Morning of 3-8-6

I find how I wake up in the morning depends on how I was the night before. It’s a cycle. Conversely, how I GOTO bed depends on how I anticipate my following day. So if take care of myself the night before, and have something to look forward to, I won’t stay up too late, then I will arise rested and bouncy. As opposed to letting my feet drag.

CCR in the stereo, I got up, dressed quickly, and immediately went to the kitchen to down two glasses of water. Now this is a TALL glass, I immediately felt a little queasy afterwards. I know my stomach has a maximum capacity of at least a liter. (I’ve downed a liter of fresh iced tea before, at which point I thought “Wait, if I’m just downing it, why am I even bothering to put this powder in with it?”) It’s something I like to do in the morning to flush my kidneys. I mean, that morning pee is so strong, isn’t it? I like the second one to be long and crystal clear.

It also has the side-effect to reminding my bowels that they exist. I can’t #2 first thing in the morning, but it seems filling my bladder tends to wake up my neighbor. Oh yes, thrilling writing about my bodily functions, isn’t it? Hot water for oatmeal is on. Do believe I’ll down that first, then eat.

:: mandatory pause ::

If we spend too much time thinking about ourselves, we end up not being able to just let go and be aware of the rest of the world.

Mmm, oatmeal. It powers a workout, what can I say? I have no class after Weight Training, so I’ll have time to finish my workout. *nodnod* I want to study up spanish after working out, then maybe browse the next chapter for child psych. No memorizing or shit, just look through it. If I put pressure on myself to learn something when I’m not sure of what I’m looking for, I get nervous. I’m better off just reading what interests me. I’ll probably eat some soup slowly, then see if Cliff is hanging out in The Green Chair in the library.

:: looks at time :: 7:24. I’ll probably finish eating in the next few minutes. Then I’ll go have some private time on the can for a minute or two. Wash my hands, brush my teeth. Go warm up the van. I find it adds imperative if I know, “I’M WASTING GAS!!!” So then I stop arguing with myself and do whatever it is I need to do prior to vacating the premises.

I’m probably going to need to pee after I change in the locker room. Oooh, I know it. Two glasses of water turns out being a LOT of peee. Which is cool, because I love peeing. I should post a follow-up to the survey I did, shouldn’t I? Will get on it later today! Or something.

Time to put my bowl in the sink and drop my pants. :: salutes ::