I woke up singing Kraftwerk. Trans-Europe Express--the only Kraftwerk song I really know which is heresy that I don't know more of them but for some reason I prefer my computer rock somewhat more angsty à la Gary Numan. The obvious reason is that I prefer most anything just a little more angsty.
Things are falling in the livingroom, accompanied by the sound of cat feet scrambling this way and that. I will go look in a minute. The feet keep going after the things fall so I know everyone is ok. We celebrate morning like this: I get coffee, the cats run around like the little half-wild beasts they are. "Beast" is not a term of deprecation. Which is not the same as saying it is not a deprecated term; it kind of is to the degree that no one uses it as though it were precise in any way anymore. Still I prefer "companions" or "family." Not "kids"; particularly demanding cousins, more like.
Now it is eight hours later and I am getting up again. I knew that I would not last long at 4am but I didn't expect the second stage of sleep to take me all the way to noon but I'm not complaining at all because this means I will probably have enough energy to stay awake until sometime tomorrow morning meaning I could go out and take photos at sunset tonight and again at sunrise tomorrow except that I have enough photos to keep me busy for awhile so I should probably stay in and edit the ones I have. Either way, I have time, I think.
I woke up singing a tune without a name. Another one to record in voice memos on my phone or on my ipod. I need to reinstall the application that uses guitar tablature to make a score and a midi file although it may be that I can do most of that in GarageBand except the tablature but that is not what's important really I can figure out which notes go where.
It's morning. I could do anything.
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