Mr Sandman

Its twenty past seven in the morning and I am at work. I'm staring at my Apple Cinamin Oatso Easy. In five minutes it will be cool enough to eat. I listened to Jimmy Eat World in the car this morning, and wondered how much I'd get on EBay for the cd. Not that I would. Its like that ten rand note you thought you lost that turns up when least expected.
So early mornings are unknown factors aren't they? I can't quite get my head around them. Its just that they're so extreme. I can't have an 'average', or 'normal' early morning. Impossible. Since I can remember its either been revulsion, amazement, optimism, whatever, but always in a heavy dose, nothing in moderation.

In my second year at varsity my Maths II class started at half past seven in the morning. WTF? I got a 13% semester mark and damn straight. Then there's the pinnacle of early mornings, the one you see from the back seat of your friends car at five in the morning. Unnerved by how much you had to say to anyone and everyone you saw at the club, yet now the only words you'll hear in the car are 'Goodbye'. 'Goodbye'.
And how you wish you could switch off those damn birds!And now, (I think I am getting old), I find really early mornings could be better than sex in the bathtub. In my second stint in London I decided things would have to change. My primary chemical benefactor had moved to Finland, the masses had discovered my favourite spots and, well, theres only so much you can toast your brain before it burns. So I found myself waking up at half past seven on a saturday morning in London with nothing to do. Nothing to do but catch a bus into the city, empty and beautiful, and watch it wake itself up. You can't believe how empty London is at eight on a saturday morning. Little vans deliver flowers and men in aprons unpack fish. You feel absolutely fantastic. (I really wanted to swear there but I'm trying to cut down on that..)

So ja, I think theres a photo I need to scan in and put up(?) on my blog. I went hiking with Joann and a couple of folks in the Drakensburg two years ago. We where supposed to sleep in this cave, but this was one damn secret cave, I dont think Lassie could have found it. So we eventually just threw down our sleeping bags on the side of the mountain and slept. The next morning we woke up man, and i've got this shot of me and Jo in our sleeping bags with just the tip of the sun coming up on the horizon.
Too cool.
Well, heres to your next early early morning.
Hope it makes you feel like you're living.