This morning I blearily opened my eyes at why-the-eff-am-I-up-so-early o’clock. Taking a good (read blurry and pretty much comatose) look around, I noticed that Los Angeles was still asleep while I was awake. “Not okay,” my sluggish brain complained -
and before you question it, yes, I do talk to myself inside my head. Don’t judge.
Just as my eyelids were closing, I noticed a bright light coming from outside the window. Actually, not just one, but three. As my tired eyes managed to focus on the lights, I realized that I was seeing three moons outside my room.
As you can probably imagine, I literally jumped out of my bed - in excitement or fear of the apocalypse, who knows - to photograph this anomaly, only to find that it was a reflection from my mirror and window.
Although slightly disappointed that I didn’t get to discover that Earth was the new Saturn, I was able to snap some photos before I threw my body back into oblivion for a few more precious minutes.
As I’m obviously still lacking in the sleep department, I’ll leave you all with this giant block of incoherent rambling. I hope when I read this tomorrow, it makes sense. It probably won’t. Oh well. Hopefully I’ll be more creative and interesting later in the week.