Mixed Up Morning

You’d think it was one of those stereotypical Monday mornings, just a day late. I guess that could also be seen as a Monday thing.

Last night, in my head, I wrote a post that I was really proud of. There were puns and pictures and even some useful information! Poof. It’s gone. Every last line has been stricken from my memory. I’m just thankful that I retained my grasp of the English language.

So that nearly happened...

Yes, this morning really did almost put acne stuff under my arms and, predictably, followed that up with almost using deordorant on my face. At least I added milk and not egg whites to my cereal.

It was a good evening, too. Stayed up until midnight getting in some quick fun with F1 2010, DiRT3, and iRacing. I’m relatively sure that’s what the totally AWOL post was about.

Da Boids

Does anyone know what kind of bird chirps loudly from 2am-7am? Because if they went extinct I don’t think I’d mind terribly.

Though I usually sleep with my window open, I groggily closed it more and more until I shut and locked it as tight as I could around 3:30am. To no avail. This bird’s cry pierced through all objects and echoed in my brain. It was tempting to claim defeat and roll/fall out of bed at 5am, but I was determined to fight it and eke out a few more hours rest. For future reference: bad call. It just made me more frustrated and I do not feel the slightest bit more rested.

I could have gone for a run in the beautiful misty morning! Raced more! Stared at twitter for an hour, thanks to my constantly posting Euro friends! Cleaned the kitchen! Ok, so it was infinitely more likely I would have awkwardly put my head down on my desk and stayed like that for a few hours, but it could have worked! ;)

Further proof that I’m a goof: I have my futon + spongebob sheets* in my office. I could have checked for peace and quiet there instead. Duly noted.

Tonight will be another fun night. Taking a night off from other responsibilities to game and write and sing and play and set a record for the world’s longest shower. I’ll try and record the bird chirps if he/she/they decide to mess with me again before giving up and heading to my office.

* Because I know linking that will lead to the inevitable. YES, I AM WEARING SHORTS. REALLY, REALLY, REALLY.