There couldn't possibly be any more boring time than the time before anybody wakes up. You're just lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and drifting between dreams and reality. I suppose it's peaceful, I guess, but how much "peaceful" does one person need? I mean, you just got like eight hours of this "peaceful"... Speaking of dreams, I have been having really odd, surreal ones lately. I had one the other night about a giant boa constrictor that everyone revered as "The Mother Serpent". Odd. I was reading up on GHP last night and it sounds terribly exciting. I mean really really really exciting. Yeah. so that's all. *** also there is currently no background because my bg picture (my new one) won't upload.