I am awake enough at odd hours (odd being 01:00, 03:00, 05:00) that I'm going to start chronicling my thoughts at these times. You may or may not like it.
I used to eat Kashi Heart to Heart cereal every morning with vanilla yogurt. In those days, I sometimes ate that breakfast with the strongest (muscularly) woman I've ever met and heard Beyoncé's Single Ladies over the speakers. I'm eating it right now without any yogurt because yogurt gives me milk tummy these days. We all know milk tummy is a nice placeholder for what really happens.
I remember watching Beast Wars when I was a kid, but I don't remember liking it very much. It just happened to be on in the mornings. These days, I'd rather sit in silence than watch TV I don't like, but as a kid, silence was scary. I'm bringing this up because my roommate put on the old Transformers TV show. Transformers' animation was not fluid, to put it nicely.
I think my old roommates like me more now that I don't live with them. That's strange, but acceptable. I saw them at a bar tonight, and they were friendly, even laughing at what I had to say. Maybe it's easier to get along with people when you know you don't have to wake up to them.
The dryer is running. It sounds like an ineffective Coinstar machine, or like pennies and golf balls going down a drainpipe, plinking and ticking and tumbling. Clothes are going to come out damp.
I'm going to take a shower soon and put on new clothes as if I had just woken up, but I will have just painted over a tired day with the smell of fresh deodorant. In times like these, I always think, "Eh, I can sleep on the plane."
I took apart a laptop computer for work. That's the easy part. Now how do I put it back together?
Aw, man, my coffee is going to get cold. Cold coffee is just dirty water.
Au revoir.
—Art