I've accepted my fate as a night owl, day bird and all around stay-upper. The only thing putting me to sleep for eight hours straight is a morphine drip.
This is my mother's doing. Do you hear me, Rita? Waking me up at 7am EVERY weekend of my life as a child to help you clean or some other ridiculous grown-up chore. I never really did help.
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