when i lived in japan there was someone living nearby who started their motorbike at around 5am every morning, so whenever i stayed up way too late playing strategy games or watching anime (which was pretty often considering my classes started at 12:50), that revving sound was what rudely let me know that i screwed up.

fast forward to when i’m back in australia thinking i’ve been freed of that accursed bike alarm, and alas, i forgot that all our damn birds start singing at 5am. it’s like the universe wants me to have a proper sleep schedule.

you can’t tell me what to do, universe! you’re not my mother!