All but one of the chocolate peanut butter squares are gone already, and it's not even 1PM. They must've been popular.

Monday finds me in a bit of a morose mood. I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps it's the fact that I finally heard back from the guys I wanted to move in with -- they were gone over the weekend, which is why they didn't call back -- and they're debating whether to take me in or one of their co-workers. I get a good vibe from this apartment and these guys, and I'd hate to lose the place.

Then again, it could just be that I'm tired. Like many others, when I get into conversations that I'm enjoying, I'm reticent to end them in order to go to sleep no matter how tired I may be. I just keep going until my brain shuts down. As a result, I only got around 5 hours of sleep last night. Not getting enough sleep usually gives me... well, for lack of a better term, I get that not-so-fresh feeling, despite the fact that I shower in the morning. It's important that I shower in the morning. It gives me that jolt to help wake me up, which is essential since I don't drink coffee or tea or any other caffeine-enhanced beverage in the mornings. I also need to feel clean before I face the day -- I don't go outside or get dressed before I've showered unless it's absolutely essential. I don't feel so clean when I get out of bed, plus I need to shower off all the leftover shaving cream still on my face and get my unruly hair under control.

I used to shower in the evenings. My parents kept telling me that I'd "feel nicer" going to bed if I was clean. I basically came to the conclusion that I wouldn't, because I still don't feel clean when I get out of bed in the mornings. Plus, showering at night would wake me up and I'd be up for an additional hour or so after I got out of the shower, which was not the point of going to sleep. When I'm tired, I just want to put on my sleep clothes and climb into bed, I don't want to have to think about showering first. It took my parents a while to catch on that I had switching to morning showering -- every night, I'd say good night to them and they'd say something to the effect of "we didn't hear the water running... did you shower?" And I'd tell them, no, I'd showered in the morning. I'd usually get that look of "he went against the grain! He's thinking independently! Why is he doing that? Smother it!" and the ever-present "....oh." This went on for a few months before I finally said one night (after the aforementioned usual exchange), "Look, I'm showering in the mornings now. I hate waking up and not showering, I don't feel clean when I wake up, and feeling clean when I go to bed is not a priority for me. Getting to sleep when I go to bed is a priority for me. So I'm showering in the mornings, stop asking me about it." Strangely enough, they never quite understood.