Well, back on The Scorpions now after spending the afternoon listening to Bad Religion.
You know, I feel like there’s something else that needs to be said aside from all this doom and gloom stuff.
I’ve always hated afternoons.
It’s like, okay, the morning is cool because it’s the beginning of the day and nothing fucked up has happened yet (aside from waking up, of course) and i get to drink delicious coffee, read the news, look at memes, etc.
And then you have the night. The night is awesome and magical. It’s dark – which is always, always a plus – and all the best things happen at night: sex, shows, nights out with friends, meteor showers, I get to see the beautiful, glorious stars and think about the universe and just how connected everything is like how all the elements besides hydrogen were made in the heart of stars and during supernovae, so we’re made of particles forged within exploding and dying stars.
That’s rad.
But then there’s the afternoon, and what the fuck ever happens then? Not lunch, that’s at noon. Not dinner, that’s in the evening. In the afternoon you’re just in this horrible purgatory of the day. Too far from night to anticipate the fun you may have in the evening, and too far from the morning to have the newness and shine of the day carry you forward.
It’s just this weird time where nothing happens. I wish I could sleep through all afternoons. Like from 12 noon to… 6 pm. That wouldn’t be bad.
A Lion's Roar 