In the Morning

When I wake up in the morning seems to be my personal time now. Its so quiet and the darkness almost makes it feel like midnight which is my favorite time of the day. I am one of those people who likes to have time before they go to work. Very seldom do I roll out of bed, step into the shower and then out the door. I need time to adjust to the waking world.

Every morning I shuffle to the bathroom to do my stuff, shower and then sit down in front of the computer as my hair dries. There is no one to talk to in my house, so I just fire up the computer and start to read some journals. Who needs a morning paper when there are online journals to read.

I wonder if social skills can atrophy. Its been so long since I have been required to talk to someone when I wake up that I might have forgotten what to do. My living arrangement has been solitary for the most part over the past four years. No, I do not talk to myself in the morning.

Last summer I began my mornings by sending my girlfriend to work. I wonder how often she would have over slept without me. No, her little boy would have woken her up. He was up every morning as soon as the sun was shining. After she was at work, Christopher (her three year old son) and I would start our morning routine, which was breakfast and television. I was an expert on chidren's programming in the morning last summer. Both of us knew that schedule inside and out. Thomas the Train Engine was must viewing for us.

Time to go to work. I have no idea what I will talk about when I get home.

I logged on as usual when I got home and read to my horror that web ring had been sold. This means that some time in the future advertisements will be placed on the pages of people on the rings. No, thank you. Unless you give me money, no one will advertise here.

I am sure that the original force behind the ring got money for their efforts, but none of that money is coming my way.

Open Pages brought together people with a common interest and no one else needed to interfere. It was a world unto itself. Maybe I am over reacting, but this is my journal and that means I am the one who decides what will be here.

One more day of work and then I leave for Omaha on Sunday. I should have the company laptop in hand as I leave the office tomorrow. This means that I will have a small life line to the web while I am gone.

The three week break is just what I need now. Work has become boring once again. For most of the day I was in a daze. True if you don't know me well you might think that I am in a daze all of the time. It only takes about half a day to do my job so the rest of my day is spent complaining or just staring into space. Yes, I am the perfect employee.

I am not about to leave my job any time soon though. C'mon they're sending me to school. Plus I like the people and the work environment. Where else can you attend a meeting in jeans. Besides I just don't have the energy to move on just yet.

Before I leave for Omaha, I need to clean my house and put some plastic insulation on the windows. Winter is on the way and every little bit helps. Another small decorating detail about my house that I should mention is that I don't have curtains on the windows in my living room. I go out to buy a chest a few weeks ago, but I don't have curtains.

There are make shift curtains in the bedroom and kitchen though. An old sheet in each room does the job just fine. Martha Stewart might not approve, but she is not living here so I am the interior designer by default.

Yes, I have planned yet another exciting Saturday for me.

I really don't mind the way my life is at the moment. Sometimes I am just going through the motions, but there are good days as well. I guess that I just like being able to worry about myself and no one else. I am not looking for a new set of friends to party with every weekend and I am not looking to settle down with someone for the rest of my life either. I am just being me and doing some navel gazing every so often.

The very first part of this entry was written when I had just woken up. So this is what goes through my mind when I am half awake if anyone was wondering. There was some slight editing done later in the day, but for the most part you have now experienced me in a semi alert state.

A recent thread on the diary-l list asked the question when do people write their journals. For me if I had my way I would scrawl my thoughts all day long on a piece of paper. This of course would bore the hell out of everyone. So instead the end result is some sort of highlight of what I felt was important. If I did transcribe every single idiotic thought that crossed my mind it might give a better picture of how I think though.