I wake with the alarm at 5:45, but play alarm tag
'til about 6:20. (By the clock. Actually, that's more like 6:10 because I also play the game where I try to pretend I don't know that I have set my clock "fast".) I didn't fall asleep until after midnight, because I let my sleep cycle go all to hell over the long weekend, playing Heroes of Might & Magic III
, drinking coffee and smoking dope. That would be my traditional
Memorial Day weekend, then. Other people paint or spring-clean or travel; I decay.
My stomach is in mild rebellion over too much dinner, eaten too close to bedtime. Breakfast, nevertheless, is my customary egg-and-cheese sandwich. I invest in a corn muffin
("luv in every bite") as well, intending it for lunch.
Lunch turns out to be a nap in my car. The corn muffin goes in my backpack
(because purses for men just haven't caught on yet
, dammit), for dinner. Spray paint
vapor makes breathing "interesting" shortly before quittin' time
What I was supposed to do: bring the Shadow in for inspection (3rd time). Groceries or laundromat or hardware store; or clean bathroom or vacuum kitchen. What I actually did: sign up for a freeatlast.com
account, determine that a reboot seems to make my old Concentric
dialup behave better, and node. Oh yeah, that corn muffin gets it in the end, too. Music to compute by: Ministry
's Psalm 69
's Two-Part and Three-Part Inventions
in a randomly shuffled playlist.