081018 The corn comes up faster than the sun which comes up faster than you Stumbling about in the post apocalyptic realm of the alarm having blown up all your dreams. That snooze button is a fickle butcher. Fat cat tap dancing on your thigh distractedly drops a message from a world where words are real as ropes; someone throws you a sentence and you grab it and hold on tight “grab it and hold on tight”—soon to be a concept only; except for phones— realizing this, you feel anger—not righteous, but real, neutral, without intent, a sharp knife submerged in dishwater, waiting Today’s lesson: you have to GET UP RIGHT AWAY. The whole thing is that the writing comes first. THAT INCLUDES PRESSING THE SNOOZE BUTTON, BECAUSE PRESSING THE SNOOZE BUTTON IS ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING. so it changes your mind Plus the fact that you press it a few too many times, and Millie will be down here; not her fault, but it totally changes the vibe of being the only one up and about. OK. Tomorrow, I’ll do it right. Today I’ll take a community chest card, and just sit here for a few minutes instead. It’s going to be a challenge, what with millie’s stirring the egg noises and ice water in a mason jar noises. But I’ll give it a shot. I owe me at least that much.