So I'm having one of those mornings. No, not one of THOSE mornings, but one of those mornings. I've been up since six. Entertained myself by reading Ray Bradbury, listening to music, and getting some work done. Yah. One of those mornings. I got 10 hours sleep, very nice. Those ten hours happend to have been from 6pm to 6am with some gaps between, but they were ten hours none the less. Go figgure.
Worse is that I'm starting to think I like this schedule, which is rather strange. No one is up, no one is around, and its relitivly quiet. I wake up, and its dark, the sun slowly comes up, and its light. And then the day stirs, and the world is awake. So strange. But I know it wolnt last, and I will revert to my old schedule soon enough. But I will enjoy it as long as it lasts.
On a side note, I am working on a new fic, from scratch, while rewriting one of the others in my head on the side. Going to scrap the pseudo-Lovecraftian nonsense in After The Fall and go with a pure and all out Christian mythos/ Evagelion feeling. So should be fun. Watch Nightmare for the new fic when it gets done, and I finally come up with a title for it.
Till later. Signing out.