The Hungry Writer

An unemployed writer keeping sane during The Depression II.

6 am? I swear, I’ll do better.

Posted by The eDater on January 25, 2009

I woke up at 6 am this morning. That’s shameful. It’s like I still have a job.

If the copywriters selling flirt-chat lines at 3:30 am can’t count on the eyeballs of the unemployed – not to mention that extra scent of desperation – who can they count on? I’m not holding up my end of the bargain.

I blame Vermont. It gets dark very early. There’s nothing to do. If you’re still up at midnight, it feels like you’re the only one. It feels like the whole night has already passed.

And it doesn’t help that the flirt-chat line commercials start at 10. Vermont’s early country.

Well, I’ll be moving down to cheap family rent in the city soon enough. I hope to improve my lack of schedule then.

And today, I was able to roll back over and nap until 9:30. That’s something. It’s something dammit!

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