Wakey-wakey donkey dick.

Time to rise and shine Sonny Jim! Another day, another dollar, another glorious morning with the corps, Hu-rah!

Sometimes I wish I had a hype man to get me moving in the mornings, because I trudge about like partially frozen diarrhea down an iced over pipe. Slow, lethargic, and not very appealing to the eye in the early A.M.

I imagine a blaring speaker that plays Mark Rebillet’s tune called “Your New Morning Alarm” a ten minute long treatise on waking the fuck up, shucking your excuses, and getting some shit done. Give your morning ritual a real kick in the dick, kind of energy. But positive vibes meant to make you feel as though you could really – if you tried – conquer the day. I can dig that.

I just tend to feel unrested, and like total shit first thing in the morning. Not drinking coffee or tea puts a damper on taking in any artificial energy boosts first thing too. Tried it. Hated it. Set off my Crohn’s like a ten pound bag of Taco Bell, while stimuck in traffic, and no napkins or TP in the vehicle with you. Not good. Messy even. A tragedy for me, and whomsoever follows dear old dad into the bathroom. Matches, fans, a courtesy flush. These things are weak compared to the horrendous nature of the inner workings of my GI tract. Woe betide I say. Woe. Betide. Poor ole Woby, getting gassed in his own home. Run. Flee my son! Take foot, and fuck off with you! It’s real. And it’s unpleasant. So no coffee or tea as a wake up aid.

That’s why I want music, a hype man, lights, bells, a whistle, a smoke machine. A grand entrance into the day. But not unnecessarily early though. Like 7:15am would be awesome. Kay. Thanks. Bye-eeee!

Good lord I hate mornings. Ugh!.

Reading ahead to open up some space for more challenging books.

I have finished both January & February’s book selections, and I am moving on to March. All three books that start off this year are short. I have a trilogy on my to read list, that could require a longer time to read, so I want to give myself that space to operate within. I don’t know how much world building those longer sci-fi novels will have to trudge through to find a compelling story. I am reading two semi autobiographical books this year, which I tend not to do. I don’t wanna know how that sausage was made. Leave me with some mystique where possible! Also, who knows how busy I’ll get, or if I decide to shift my focus away from reading to my sculpting, model building, terrain construction, creative writing or various forms of music. Or come spring, a return to wood working projects once more. Strike while the iron is hot, and my attention is focused.

Also – Monday. Hey, hello! Lots to get to this week. I am waiting on the last portion of a data set, and I can roll out the last section then fire off my report for proofing / edits & final fixes. Yay me!

All the best on this cold, but sunny Monday in mid January. Mid. Did you hear that!?! Mid january all ready. Bloody hell. Where does the time go. Today is the 16th for crying out loud. Vroom and it is Valentine’s Day, the Family Day, then March Break, then spring starts and then, oh my God, holy shit… time flies. It gets kinda scary. Too weird. Catch you around. Ciao Bella.