Morning, schmorning

So it's the first morning in a while I've actually gotten up at seven, a time which at least isn't unreasonable. But I didn't do anything with it other than take time to relax. I suppose that isn't, in and of itself, bad--but it belies the idea of getting up early enough to work on projects in the morning. Granted, getting a sufficient block of morning time free to do that would mean getting up at six or earlier. Like that'll happen.

I'm beginning to suspect I should just admit defeat. As long as I have the office schedule that I do, the chances of me getting to bed by 11:00 p.m. on weeknights approaches nil. What I should do, perhaps, is work on giving my room a usable little office space. Part of me cringes at the idea of doing it, because it catches me in a paradox: I'm willing to get a fairly cheap desk, but I'd rather not get a cheap chair. I'm not going to have the money to get a good chair anytime soon, though. (I haven't seen a good work chair for under $300.)

...and now, looking at the time, I've squandered my last half-hour and will be late getting into work, despite having gotten up early. Argh.