on June 23, 2015 :
I used to be a member of the alternative 5am Club. Which is to say, that I would still be up from the previous night when the sun started coming up. That's why I can say, without even trying these methods, that it is indeed a magical time.
Bleary-eyed, still possibly drunk, I used to be the most productive mofo you ever did see. Birds chirping outside, dew still wet on the grass, and there I'd be: painting, drawing, sewing, sculpting, seducing. It was amazing.
Then you pass out for a eight hour power nap, wake up at about two o'clock in the afternoon, and prepare to do it all over again. After having a little hair of the dog, of course.
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