While everyone else was sleeping. Well, everyone but the joggers.

I stayed at the boyfriend’s place last night. Haven’t done that for a while. Not since before I started the new job anyway.
The boyfriend lives further away from the train station than I do. That, combined with the fact that a) there are next to no trams that actual go to the train station from that direction and b) it’s a 10 minute walk from his flat to the tram stop no matter which one I choose to go to meant I had to leave the house at 6:30 today. That’s 6:30 a.m people. That’s a.m as in too bloody early. A.m as in even the birds weren’t up yet. The joggers were up though. Oh yes, there were lots of them. Some of them in shorts. Shorts! At 6:30 a.m! In mid-September! It wasn’t even light yet! I will never understand people who volunatrily get up in the middle of the night to go jogging. Far better to spend an extra hour in bed and have chocolate for breakfast. Embrace your inner glutton, that’s what I say!

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