I have heard the arguments, read the articles, and still remain unconvinced that "Night Owls" are a product of having electricity. The argument is that everyone would be morning people, except that having lights on later makes some people get on a later schedule.
I do know that I instantly revert to my late night habits every single weekend, every holiday, every vacation, and every other whatnot. I go through the workweek in a fake, early morning phase. What I do believe, passionately, is that chipper morning people are annoying and should be slapped in their perky little faces unless I've had my coffee.
In fact, I think it's pretty safe to outlaw all verbal interactions until about 11:00 a.m. or so. I lived with a girl for a semester who sang an "I'm awake" song every day at 6:30 in the morning. I would make outraged groaning noises that she would sing over. Squeaky was a great friend, just a very opposite roommate. That's the last time I lived with a morning person. Dylan wants to play fetch, he's bored with my story (he's a morning kitty).
Moral of today's story: Dylan only sleeps on blankets that accentuate his orange fur.
An Erinku:
green,
feathered mouse
I didn't mean
to be Dylan-centric
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