It's potentially a bad sign when you see the people who work upstairs dragging sleeping bags and pillows into the office.
I got to bed at eight this morning. It's hard to go to bed once the sun's up, especially on a clear, pretty morning. It always feels like I could just stay up, make a pot of coffee, sit on the porch, run a few errands, and seamlessly continue with the day that started the previous afternoon. But that would be suicidal, so I don't.
Besides, there's something deeply satisfying about shutting down right as everything else in the world is starting up for the day: Enjoy your sunshine and your traffic and your doughy, overly sweet Krispy Kremes, suckers! Have fun with your hangovers and your grating, unfunny morning zoo shows! I'm going to pull the shades and go to bed.
Of course, right now I'm sitting here breathing stale office air, while you're probably drinking a beer or walking the dog. Or maybe you're climbing into bed with a book or a hot date or something. So yeah, eat it! Who's the sucker now, bitches?
Oh, wait, that'd be me.