3:45 am Can't get up this early, that is ridiculous. Close my eyes and promise myself to awaken again in 15 minutes.
4:00am
Still sleeping, in my confused and half unconcious state I forgot yet
again that it never works to go back to sleep once you have awoken.
4:30am
The alarm goes off. I have taken great pains to make sure every
available noise that this clock radio makes is now sounding as loudly
as the volume settings can permit. I jump, still asleep, into action,
flailing arms and hands at the clock trying to discover what button
makes it all stop before the neighbors call the police. I start to
close my eyes again but some sense has started to creep into my half
consciousness now and I force myself off the bed and go to start a pot
of coffee. Of course, I hit the button on the computer tower first, so
that I don't waste precious time waiting for it once my coffee is done.
4:45am
I sit with coffee cup in hand in front of a flickering blue light. By
now I have nearly worked out what day of the week it is and if I should
even be up this early. I have ruled out the possibility that it is a
weekend and must now prepare my body and mind for a workday. But first
the coffee. The best thing about this first morning coffee is that it
doesn't even have to be good coffee. It has to be strong and hot and
plenteous, but it doesn't have to be good. This morning I had the
pleasure of some Dunkin Donuts coffee a friend gave me and it is
excellent. If they don't have Dunkin Donuts where you live, you should
move.
4:50am I open Yahoo! Messenger. I sign on
as invisible initially, I am not ready to type yet, it took three tries
to get my password right. But as I open it there is the excitement of
perhaps finding an offline from a friend and I eagerly wait for one to
pop up. Alas, there are none. I do have a zingy new email notice but I
don't follow the little envelope as I know it is only about buying DVDs
and I will get around to deleting it later. Is it any wonder I have 34
new emails per Yahoo!? I simply don't have time to delete them all and
it makes me feel special to have an abundance.
5:00am
I open Outlook with expectancy and see nothing there either. No new
email. I click the Send/Receive button several times, in case Outlook
has forgotten something. Still nothing and the day has not been going
well so far. I sign into chat and proceed to the room.
I clumsily
type hellos to all there and go for my second cup of coffee. I return
to the screen to stare at the scrolling conversations and although
occasionally thinking of something to add, I find the task of actually
typing is still beyond me and I decide to take my shower. By this time,
no one really expects me to be typing and so I am not missed.
5:10 am
(I take really quick showers) The chat room looks much the same as it
did before I left and I still have nothing to say. I still have no
email or IMs and I begin to feel abandoned. Suddenly a stupid idea
about blogging my morning comes to me and I open Wordpad, thinking once
again how much easier life would be if I could only remember to install
MS Office one of these days. I begin a chronicle for my blog, trying to
keep my feelings of isolation and abandonment out of it.
5:47am
I assume I have been typing all this time. Must be this I am typing. I
wonder if I should go get dressed for work now and resume typing later
or finish this and then start getting ready. I ponder the time schedule
and think of how annoying it would be to have to finish this after
work. I think that I would only bother blogging this if I were still
half asleep, later I will be much too rational. I think I will get more
coffee.
5:54am I am pouring coffee and for some
reason starting to pack the boy's lunch as it is all I have the
alertness to do at this point. I hear a chime and rush back to the
screen only to find, as I suspected, it is a drive-by IM from someone I
don't know. It says Hi, r u there? I fight the urge to say "No, I am
not here" and click the little x in the corner. I move the Wordpad
window to the right, so that I can see the chat screen. I am hopelessly
lost as to the conversation and make no attempt to catch up.
I do take a moment to iggy fartflyer who is posting something in a huge and fat red font although why I care I don't know.
6:03am
I should stop sitting at the keyboard and get dressed but I decide to
read blogs instead. Luckily no one added anything in the middle of the
night so I skim comments only and return to check that Outlook thing
again which is obviously broken. However I have packed the boy's lunch
and that is such an accomplishment I award myself five more minutes of
sitting here, doing nothing, waiting for something interesting to
happen. After all this time on the net, I still expect interesting
things to happen. Must be that I am not awake yet.
6:13am
Hark! I hear a knock. Finally someone is online, someone who can
actually stand me. Well, at least I think she can stand me. She is not
invisible so at least she isn't hiding, that is as good an admission
that you like me as any.
6:17am I realize how
stupid this blog is and scan all other blogs for entries that equal its
stupidity. I actually find more than I expected (I had to go blog
hunting for stupid blogs, but luckily they abound). I quickly drop this
into the blogspot before I am too rational to avoid doing so and then
push myself away from the computer. I have decided finally, it is
Tuesday and I have to work today.
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