Livin' Like a Family of One: LD50

This morning I woke up at 10am. Well, no. I woke up at 6am like I always do, then fought another limp-hearted battle with myself regarding my motivation to arise. This time, however, I hit the canvas rather hard and put in another 4 hours (give or take the minutes spent I waking up, assessing my cyclic situation and ultimately deciding there was nothing I could do about it). This put me behind my preferred schedule for the day. So what did I do? I hustled. I drank my fruit slop, did my homework, did my workout without wasting a single moment and--HOLY HELL!--I was right on schedule again! This showed me that in my day-to-day, I have the ability to waste an immense amount of time in the morning, which is something one should not do. This life necessitates constant analysis, it does.

So finding myself right on schedule again, I trotted downtown in the beautiful 20º weather and lobbed myself up the stairs to Café Maybe. This will be the sight of Jeomchon's first ever Open Mic Night, hosted by Jonno and myself. I got my Americano with an extra shot of motor oil (I was talked out of 2 extra shots by the lovely barista who already feared for my health given my hyperactive demeanor) and jaunted home, talking out loud the whole way (I marveled at the notion of a junkyard rooster). Having not had enough coffee yet, I accepted Melissa's offer to pick me up another. Free coffee? Hugh Betcha! So she fed me fulla another and so started my morning with the li'l muppets. Now see, they have a tendency to trump me in off-the-wall antics as I am a grown man and they are wound up sugar frosted hedgefoxes. But not today, Gladys. No sir. I bulldozed their entire little world from start to finish. I got right in their faces, danced, mimed, slapped my belly, played games with my voice, renamed them all, pretended to disappear, swung them by the wrists...more or less maintained no control over what was happening with my body. It was a ridiculous display of losing your head on coffee, but the children-though perplexed-seemed pleased with their drugged up 선생님. The crash was a little brutal, though...

I have said many many times that I am never _______ again. Smoking, drinking, drinking coffee, partaking in the recreational use of any variety of intoxicans and intoxican'ts, tossing off first thing in the morning, eating a calorie, saying something, saying something else, etc. But none of these have held true. But I don't want them to. I don't want a life of restrictions and limitations. What I should investigate is a life of moderation. Some self-control without denial. Some will-power. Small battles, Lucaseu. Small battles.

Facebook account gets deleted this weekend. My ol' chap Chris made the plunge this morning, and I thought that was a pretty smart train to hop. I spend an embarrassing amount of time cruisin' The Book and I have nothing to show for it. Sure, now some people know I like Mike Patton Wahoo. If you love me, you'll find me. And if you don't, I don't want you sniffin' around my shotgun shack anywho.

This morning I was informed I don't have to work tomorrow. With the caffeine, my heart literally exploded into a catastrophic mess, painting the entire West wall of Little Fox Learning Center in my blood and veins, emotionally scarring the children for years to come. I decided not to go out though. 'Cause I got my new guitar. And it's amazing. And I named her Yu Na. And she's lovely.

Okay, time to go give her some love. I leave you now with pictures.

Be eggcellent to each other.

-LS^2