not so coherent

How many years of your life can you get away with waking up too early on Sunday and wasting the morning away with coffee and newspapers? When I wake up vaguely confused as to what I had been doing 5 hours previous, the first thing that tips me off that something may be wrong is that I never know if it's too early or way later than it should be. More than likely, it's too early. Oh, I try to go back to sleep. Maybe there is a greater purpose for my awake state? Then again, if free will is out of my hands, I guess I should just go with it. There is a reason coffee tastes good, and I don't think it's because of the caffeine. Is there a purpose in questioning things if you will never get an answer?

I'm going to have start keeping a list of books/articles/magazines that I read right before I go to sleep and when I wake up. I'm beginning to realize there is only so much attention I can give any written material at these times of day - but I'm addicted. Last night (is 3 am night?) and this morning (a mere 4 hours later) I read Jeffrey Brown's graphic novel Clumsy. I had to put it down every 10 minutes or so because it was so real. I think I need to lay off the relationship-examination graphic novels for awhile, or at least between the hours of midnight and 10am. Something about brain structure changing.

One last thing: does anyone ever feel like *living* in a song (or a whole album)? Listening to music can be such a passive experience - when it is so good, and says exactly what you want to, it's hard to do anything but sit back and try to internalize it. How do you use it beyond that? Wes Anderson does a fantastic job of incorporating music into life (see the Royal Tenenbaums - every song in that movie is so alive). But I hate talking about movies. Really.

Off to find some other early morning rabble rousers at a coffee shop. Should I wash yesterday's makeup off first? Eh, can't be bothered.