This is the first day since my return to the city that I have had the ability, nay the gumption to get out of bed before eleven. I know what your thinking, "ELEVEN, you sleep slut you!" I am feeling great, its just after seven and I am up and roaring. We let ourselves fall into things at times. I don't know why. Often it is because we have been deprived of the thing we indulge in. (Five months of 6:45 call times on tour was my catalyst.) Perhaps its not so much the happening, after all anyone who would then have the opportunity to sleep in would. But sometimes we stay where we are, even if it makes us miserable. Waking up at eleven is a day killer, and despite knowing this everyday for the past two weeks, I allowed myself to do it. We move on. No more crazy lazy days for this boy. I wonder how many other people can't wake up, or worse, what if the waking never really happens, "sleepwalking through life." To become so hum drum that its as if you are always asleep. I don't think I ever imagined that my life, and the type of work i do could be that way...Wrong. It can be that way.

Got to keep things fresh.


till then,
M.A.R.