So I feel like I am a night borderliner. Leave me alone with my thoughts and all the real (or potentially real..possibly made up) awful scenarios that played out with former friends, family and lovers and oh hellllll nah. 

But give me a fresh morning, with some hazelnut coffee, a good book, my kitty and a to-do list to productively tackle and I will set the world on fire ! (In a good way) 

Any feels?

Makes me think of this Vonnegut quote: "Busy, busy, busy, is what we Bokononists whisper whenever we think of how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is."