Since I discovered PhotoshopLightroom/WacomBamboo/EnteredGriffindor I forgot what does it mean, to sleep at normal hours…
Well I’ve been always kind of late “late bird”: hating mornings, wishing everybody dies when the alarm clock rings. Usual stuff.
I would never.never.never believe those people who insist on the idea that a precious boost of creative energy happens in early hours of the day.
( a laughing troll’s face)
-“Wake up and smile, sunshine! Wakie–Wakie
It’s 6 am, take your pen and …Nobel Prize is in your pocket”
-Yeah right.. Excuse me I’m not Hemingway!
We’re a “day-oriented” society, nothing would change that. I have to suffer all my life.