These hours use to be off limits to me, they were never allowed to be touched. For years I slept them away not knowing their glory. These are my alone hours. My me hours. My hours of doing as I please and knowing no sane person can see what I am up to. I grew rather fond of them as a teenager in a house filled with siblings. Even if this time was simply filled with me up in my room reading, I was alone and at peace.
I think that is why I hold onto these late hours, its the old me not letting go. I still feel like I can't let my hair down till after midnight. And when someone encroaches on my alone time I get upset. If someone stays around til after 1 at my house I become a not so very nice host...most of the time anyways.
Work was rather uneventful today. I got cussed out and was accused of stealing by a customer...really nothing altogether spectacular or worth mentioning. I do wish to say one thing though...do not cuss out someone who has control of your account...it is simply not a wise thing to do.
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