I woke up early to the sound of pips' printer, padded down the hallway in the altogether, had a smoke on the throne while the shower water got hot, took a shower, did my hair, shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed and got on the subway.

It was quite stirring.

Greetings backatcha from New York.

jonmc wins.

it started too early.

*yawn*

Heehee!

So, tell us, hangashore, why did the chicken cross the road?

mine has been lousy. almost no one's coming to the toronto meetup and i'm afraid it's because i asked for a couch to sleep on.

...took a shower, did my hair, shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed...

whoa, i envy you. i usually roll out of bed, put on a clean shirt, feed the birds (outside) and head to work late.

shane, my man, did you think I was this good-looking by accident. the jonmc look takes work.

...took a shower...

whoa, i envy you...

...and that's why nobody wants you sleeping on thier couch.

I think the question would be better phrased as "Why did the chicken zigzag all over the road, almost getting itself and some bike dork killed in the process?" I guess the answer is, "Because it's so goddamn STUPID." (Chicken or bike dork, take yer pick.)

Lest you think this took place out on the bald prairie somewhere, we're pretty much just south of the centre of town. Not a place where you'd often find free-range chickens. Poor thing kept wanting to go to the east side of the road by the office/apartment towers, and I was trying to get it over to the field to the west.

On the upside, I did see three of our campus bunnies as I got closer to my building. Poor little buggers - 35,000 students back in class today. Hope they've got their hiding spots well staked out.

I should know better than to shit where I eat.

Oh, and the definitive list of why the chicken crossed the road.

I woke up with a raging hangover and a twitching eye.

Now I'm still stumbling around all i need more sleep ugh and I can just tell it's gonna be one of those days. Fuckin' beer, man. Fuckin' beer.

Woke up, got b-fast from my smiling providers at the deli, read some Grant, dropped off laundry, applied for and received a Queens library card, sat down, and here I am.

It's a work-from-home day for me, so I had a leisurely wake-up, coffee and porridge at the computer and then knuckled down to some work. Took a break mid-afternoon to go to the supermarket, back to work, then stopped for 'Countdown' at 3.30.

I wish I'd seen a chicken trying to cross the road though.

I woke up still mad and hurt at my friends who screwed up picking me up at the airport late last night.

Well, if it helps, I love you, Specklet. And if that doesn't help, might I recommend a dreamsicle (1 part milk, 1 part OJ, 1 part Licor 43, ice; blend, serve)? They taste just like Orange Juliuses. Maybe there's something else in there, or the proportions are wrong, so you might wanna look it up. But damn, they're tasty.

Hugs and kisses and don't be mad, your friends are probably really cool.

Mildly, idly, slowly, sleepily. I'm now getting started -- this excellent vacation experience allows lovely, oceanic tranquillity.

Thanks Hugh. *sniff*

I slept in, slightly, then woke up, more refreshed than usual, to the sound of The Diane Rehm Show (did you know that, rather than being a hundred years old as one might think, she's got some kind of medical problem?). I took a long invigorating shower, using the aloe Dial antibacterial soap mixed with the eucalyptus Dr. Bronner's (also used a caffeinated facial scrub, a bit of jojoba oil and some Herban Cowboy deodorant, which is probably the flamingest mens deodorant ever made). Made a cup of tea (green, w/mint) and queued up some Tommy McCook (Jamaican jazz/reggae, kinda) while I found some business-casual clothing (navy button-down shirt, light brown cargo pants), then made a sandwich (spinach, smoked turkey and havarti in a jalapeno wrap, with spicy mustard). Ate the sandwich, drank the tea, listened to some music, watered some plants, looked at my Bloglines page for a few minutes. Then, later, I hopped in the ride, and, later yet, arrived at work.

But enough about me--Specklet, what happened?

Got home late last night after hanging art at the mountain state fair. Got up early, got son fed & dressed & out door to school bus, uploaded pictures to flickr from night at fair, then went BACK to the fair to judge the art I hung last night. It's like karmically perfect: I'm doing all this volunteer work which is good karma yet meanwhile I get to say mean snarky and funny things about the truly horrendously terrible art that people enter in the fair, which is bad karma, but that's cancelled out by the fact that I'm there at all, so it's no karma, which is perfect!

And actually I really enjoy it and there's something very sweet and hopeful about these people and their art and the fact that they are proud enough of it to get it framed and take it down to enter in the fair amongst the pickles and the chickens and the llamas and the kids' diorama contest and the man with the live bees. So when I go back to judge it I always try to give ribbons to the ones I feel demonstrate honest ineptitude and not to the ones who are copying off a painting show on PBS and who can afford the big fancy frames and triple mats. Although if it's a royal pain to hang I don't care how sweet it is, you get points off.

Now I'm at work eating bread and cheese.

mgl: this is fantastic.

I woke up at 6:45 like every morning. Showered like every morning. Surfed around on The Tubes like every morning. Got dressed. Drove to work. But NO COFFEE because our assistant is out for the week, and I'm too inept to make it on my own! (I feel really lame about it, too).

Woke at 5, showered, dressed, walked the dog, fed the hummingbirds, parceled out the lunches to the kids (first day back at school!!!Yay!!!)
Drove to work, and ran like a maniac until it was time to go home. Get home, gripe at the kids for not taking out the garbage or replacing the paper towels, make dinner, walk the dog, fill out forms for all four kids, and look forward to conneting with all of you!