Musing & Muted Monologues...

Trying to Make Sense of It All...

Tuesday, February 25, 2003

I hate getting up early in the morning. No, 7:30 in the morning is not early to me. But, getting up @ 4:45 is. You see, I try to get out the house around 5:30 am to beat the traffic into work, and to allow myself the chance to get off a bit earlier than normal. To do so, I need to set my alarm for 4:45. I generally snooze till about 5:15, and then I jump into high gear. Shower, brush my teeth/ hair, lotiondeoderantgetdresedandoutthedoor. My snoozing is the most important factor, though. I'm the furthest thing from a morning person you can find, so the snooze allows me to gradually wake up. Half an hour to forty five minutes of this gets my body going while still giving me a chance to get in an extra couple of "z's" here and there. This morning was not like that. This morning was abdominal pain I have to get up now and handle this action. Made my shower less effective in the sense that the shower is normally the coup de gras in waking my sleepy ass out of sweet oblivion. Yup, less trips to the good ole alarm clock to hit snooze had me feeling suspect behind the wheel while driving to work. Not to mention, my stomach wasn't through heckling me. Ever had to "go" and be nowhere near a rest room? That's a pretty helpless feeling, man. Anyways...less snoozes today means that 5:00 will take a lot loonger to get here. Means that I already caught myself dozing off @ work which I never do. Decided to do this journal entry just to keep my mind going, y'know? Unfortunately, the soft click- clacking of the keys is making me sleepy, too. I've always found the buzz of a barber's electric clippers and the cadence of a good typist to be soothing. When I was a youngyin', I remember falling asleep many a night to the rapid- fire succession of keys being stroked by my mothers fingers late into the night. Clickety clak clickety clack clack clack clack clak (the backspace always disrupted the rhythm a bit). Not saying I'm a good typist, tho'. In fact, I have to reacquire my homerow skills. My typing kinda sucks. I used to think that perhaps it was a guy thing...just to ease my ego really, but I know mad dudes who type 40- 60 words per minute. In fact, the fastest known typist ever was a guy by the name of Cortez Peters. Dunn could not only type over 200 words per minute, but he could type with his toes! Why I felt the need to put that in this entry, I don't know. Feel free to wow your friends with that useless bit of trivia. Yup, still sleepy. Maybe I should get some grub from the little grill spot downstairs or something. That would be great; you know you get sleepy after you eat, too, right? Sheesh...come on 5:00. Hurry up with your bad ass!

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