Good morning, world.

8 AM. I can’t tell you the last time I’ve woken up naturally at 8 AM. Even though most of the civilized world tends to wake up BEFORE 8 AM, there’s still a feeling of deadness to the world. Not in a zombie sort of way. Actually. A zombie is a perfect analogy. I crashed last night at 11 PM. Do you know how good it felt to be completely and utterly exhausted? It felt fantastic to shed my clothes, fall into bed, stretch out and take that one deep breath before unconsciousness seems to come almost instantly. And then I wake up. It’s so early. I’m normally terrified of being up this early. Yet. The fact that I don’t have anything to do makes it a little better. I have nothing to do until 6:30 PM. There’s no rush. No hurry.

I have my window open, curtain drawn to the side. I even have my door open. I haven’t put on my headphones yet. I actually considered eating breakfast, though I haven’t completed the task yet. I was not in the mood to put on clothes. Then I realized, “I have a bathrobe.” I haven’t worn this in a long time. It’s so comfortable! My sister asked if there was anything wrong, since I was up so early. Normally I’m perturbed by such remarks, but today, it didn’t.

That first sip of orange jews seemed to send glucose to every part of my body. I felt instantly more awake. Coffee? HA! Coffee’s for the weak. I went to rinse my face, as that’s just something I have to do. No soap. Just some water to get rid of the morning grease and maybe get my eyes to relax. I can never see first thing in the morning. I’ll clean my glasses, but it’s never my glasses. If I don’t take it slow, I’ll end up blinking and rubbing my eyes like crazy, “I CAN’T FUCKING SEE.” I can see very clearly. This is a good sign.

My fear of getting up this early has always been, “…Okay, now what do I do?” My mind seems a bit more open. *looks over at his stacks of games* Hey, I didn’t say I’d be doing anything productive. Why should I? Nah, I can’t see myself eating breakfast. Maybe I’ll have some food around noon. It just doesn’t seem to do any good. Sims. Good chance I’ll end up playing that. I could run around with a flashlight. (DOOM3) I can’t see myself getting back into WarCraft III. It just isn’t that good of a game. I know, a sin to say. It’s just not my kind of game. If I want a game like that, I’ll just play frigging StarCraft. (Still haven’t topped it.) I could try playing Half-Life. I tried starting the game, but I haven’t the faintest idea of what I’m supposed to be doing or where I should be going. So I lost interest. Is that sad? There’s FarCry. You know, all games are a bit repetitive. You just have to really like what it is you’re repeating to get into it. FarCry. “Oh. More sneaking around and killing people.” Fun, very fun if I’m in the mood. Maybe later.

Wait a minute. StarCraft. I still love that first terran mission in Brood Wars. Just completely ignoring the back door, and going for a frontal assault. It’s actually not that hard to accomplish. Five seige tanks flanked with one or two marine units. Use the satelite and BOOM, all the little mines go bye bye. I vaguely remember beating the original. I also remember going through the terran missions on Brood Wars. They’re… pretty damn hard. Never did have the patience to do the Zerg or Protoss missions in Brood Wars. Oh, and no, I don’t play online. I don’t know, I’ve never gotten into online gaming. Something about losing to a complete stranger makes me uncomfortable. (Even though when I have gone online, the few times, I haven’t sucked that badly.)

At least in First-Person Shooters, I seem to be about… average? Who the hell wants to be average? There are people who will sit all night playing these games. As such, I have no experience to play against them. There’s no point. It’s moderately fun if I can stay in the middle of the pack. But then it gets frustrating because it becomes painfully obvious that I’m just not that good. Bleh. I wish I could be a gamer, but it’s just not something that’s in me. I mean, who dislikes WarCraft III? Is that even possible? Playing Sims until the game isn’t a remote challenge does not make one a gamer.

Well. There’s always original Smash Bros. I’ll hand you your fucking ass. Just don’t play me in Melee unless I’m drunk. I tried getting good at Melee for a while, but then… I guess I got frustrated. I feel more in control in the original, maybe due to the lack of complexity in the game. In either variety of game, I’m notorious for accidentally killing myself. And being down to my last life and killing everybody else. There’s just something about trying to chase me down and kill me that brings out the best in me. Especially when I’m Pikachu. Hey, why do you think I’m being chased? People love trying to exterminate the rat.

Sausage. I could go for some sausage right about now. I know we don’t have any. We have pancakes… Nah. Wow, am I hungry? Is it possible? No way. I’ll skip breakfast. I’m trying to lose weight! Har har. Once again, I’ve conditioned myself to ignore when I’m hungry. Maybe I’ll cede and eat something. Actually. Yeah. Small meals over a long period of time is better for you than gorging in one meal, even if the net food from the smaller meals is more.

Cereal. Yeah. While its still early. Get into the morning spirit.