If I'd known it was this easy...

Anyone who knows me knows that I am not now, nor have I ever been, a morning person. In fact, most of my time in the morning on days when I am required to be somewhere by a certain time that ends in ayem is spent in a state of nameless dread, loathing, and self-pity. Which, as you might imagine, is not the best possible foundation for the sort of day one might enjoy.

So I've been working on how to fix this. Thus far, everything has failed. I tried setting the clock ahead, so that I would get up earlier and have a better chance of being past the dread stage by the time I had to actually do something. No dice. I just dread longer. I tried adding breakfast to my morning routine. Helpful, but still, the dread. I suspect that if I could manage sex first thing in the morning, that would help. This is tremendously unlikely, though, since generally when I wake up I find that either a) I'm sleeping alone or b) I'm sleeping with someone that doesn't have to be anywhere as early as I do, and therefore has no interest in being woken up just this minute.

So, doom. But then, yesterday, something occurred to me. It probably had something to do with the fact that yesterday's 90s at Noon show seemed to be in large part Nine Inch Nails. It occurred to me that if the first thing that happened to me in the morning was good music, well, it might not be sex (although sometimes it might be really close -- and seriously, was there anybody at the NIN show the other day who didn't describe it in terms of sex?), but it might be interesting enough to pull me past the dread stage into something else. I envisioned this as something like waving a handful of coffee beans under the nose of a java-junkie first thing in the morning... or pulling an uncooperative dog out of a doghouse with a well-placed treat, something like that.

So yesterday evening, triadruid was kind enough to purchase for me a CD alarm clock. This morning, instead of BEEP BEEP BEEP, Downward Spiral. Instead of dread, predatory good cheer. Of course, I think triadruid got the dread instead, mostly due to the fact that I bit him viciously and unceremoniously before he was really awake. But hey, it's a work in progress.

If I'd known it was this easy...

Anyone who knows me knows that I am not now, nor have I ever been, a morning person. In fact, most of my time in the morning on days when I am required to be somewhere by a certain time that ends in ayem is spent in a state of nameless dread, loathing, and self-pity. Which, as you might imagine, is not the best possible foundation for the sort of day one might enjoy.

So I've been working on how to fix this. Thus far, everything has failed. I tried setting the clock ahead, so that I would get up earlier and have a better chance of being past the dread stage by the time I had to actually do something. No dice. I just dread longer. I tried adding breakfast to my morning routine. Helpful, but still, the dread. I suspect that if I could manage sex first thing in the morning, that would help. This is tremendously unlikely, though, since generally when I wake up I find that either a) I'm sleeping alone or b) I'm sleeping with someone that doesn't have to be anywhere as early as I do, and therefore has no interest in being woken up just this minute.

So, doom. But then, yesterday, something occurred to me. It probably had something to do with the fact that yesterday's 90s at Noon show seemed to be in large part Nine Inch Nails. It occurred to me that if the first thing that happened to me in the morning was good music, well, it might not be sex (although sometimes it might be really close -- and seriously, was there anybody at the NIN show the other day who didn't describe it in terms of sex?), but it might be interesting enough to pull me past the dread stage into something else. I envisioned this as something like waving a handful of coffee beans under the nose of a java-junkie first thing in the morning... or pulling an uncooperative dog out of a doghouse with a well-placed treat, something like that.

So yesterday evening, triadruid was kind enough to purchase for me a CD alarm clock. This morning, instead of BEEP BEEP BEEP, Downward Spiral. Instead of dread, predatory good cheer. Of course, I think triadruid got the dread instead, mostly due to the fact that I bit him viciously and unceremoniously before he was really awake. But hey, it's a work in progress.