bagel got his 3 year booster for rabies today at dilworth. since the fire, they’re located at a lowkey office a quarter of a mile down the road from where they’re normally located. it was very 90’s-esque when we stepped in. i loved it. as per usual, we hit cfa after the vet. because they were preparing for dinner, they were backed up. to me, it’s no problem at all, so i waited at the window for a few minutes. the girl notices bagel and mentions how he’s so calm. then a girl in a blue shirt comes and asks what time i go to sleep. i told her between 11pm-12am, which is a miracle considering my sleep schedule for the past decade. these 8ams are truly beneficial, but that’s not the point. she said she goes to sleep at 8pm. i’m like god damn that’s early! the other girl said she sleeps at 3am, which used to be me, but now that i’m on a regular sleep cycle, that’s dummy late. i ask their age, and the one who goes to sleep at 8pm is 19. the one who goes to sleep at 3am is 21. 21 going to sleep at 3am makes sense, but 19 at 8pm? good for her. they asked what my age was and i told them to guess. one said 18, the other said 20. after i told them 26, one of them said max 24. i still always get that and i don’t know why.
shit, i’m not questioning it because youthful appearance is a great thing, but maybe getting a good night’s sleep is worth more than energy in the morning.
-ratha, 6:44pm, 2.11.20