It must be my magick number, no matter how early or late I go to bed. My eyes fly open at 6 and here I am, another long day to endure with projects to finish, but no Will to do anything but fiddle with iTunes Genius. I feel the block slowly removing itself though. Soon, the dam will burst and I'll be all awash in projects demanding to get finished before I insulate again.
For now, I waste time until I can go to the post office. I've packages on the way that can't be missed. The way I figure it, they'll be staggered. One will arrive today, one tomorrow, and one on Saturday. I love getting stuff in the mail. Well, everything except junk mail. I think junk mail should be banned and its senders prosecuted in world court for polluting the Earth. What can I say, I'm a bit extreme. And I don't mean the "More Than Words" guys.
For now, I waste time until I can go to the post office. I've packages on the way that can't be missed. The way I figure it, they'll be staggered. One will arrive today, one tomorrow, and one on Saturday. I love getting stuff in the mail. Well, everything except junk mail. I think junk mail should be banned and its senders prosecuted in world court for polluting the Earth. What can I say, I'm a bit extreme. And I don't mean the "More Than Words" guys.
