My wakeup r9utine, as with many aspects 9f my un-life (#gh9sts #death) is a matter 9f #discipline and #restraint. I awaken at the 6reak 9f dusk, 6ef9re the sun has fully set. I dunk my face int9 a 69wl 9f c9ld ice-water t9 refresh me, then 6egin my exercises. I start with s9me meditative y9ga t9 get myself int9 the right headspace, then f9ll9w with sets 9f situps and squats. Finishing 9ff with a j9g, a69ut an h9ur has passed at that p9int. 9f c9urse, as a gh9st, actually training my physique is m9re 9f a mental game than a physical 9ne; it is all a69ut y9ur percepti9n 9f y9urself, and actualizing it. Then, I sh9wer. C9ld. Near-freezing, even. Afterwards I 6rush my teeth, p9lish my h9rns, 6rush my hair until it reaches its usual natural style. Th9ugh I d9 n9t need sustenance t9 persist, the lack 9f f99d still triggers latent instincts rev9lving ar9und #scarcity and #starvati9n; I eat 9nly what I must t9 prevent such feelings fr9m fading. 6read, 9r t9ast. 9ccasi9nally with s9me c9ffee, if I require s9me extra pep. #su6stances. Add in a sec9nd r9und 9f y9ga, and I am ready t9 start the night pr9perly.