5:00 a.m., the alarm goes off... I bargain with myself for just five more minutes... Must get up, must get up... 5:15 now... still in bed. I start to question what is more important at this point... sleeping in for another 20 minutes and throwing my unwashed hair into a ponytail, or getting up with just enough time to paint my face and spray unlimited amounts of, what can only be described as liquid glue, into my hair... Sadly the paint and glue prevail. Why do we go through such torture in the mornings.. Why does how we feel and think about ourselves determine what kind of day we will have? It's times like this that I actually envy the animal kingdom. No morning crisis, no searching for the perfect outfit, no wondering if the bra you are wearing will make your breasts look full enough... you just get up and go. Oh sure, they have their problems too, but why is it that you never see a "depressed" animal... because they live very simple uncomplicated lives... We like to screw ours up with things that just don't matter... We could all take a lesson from the lazy basset hound sleeping on the porch. He may be simple, but damn if he ain't happy :-)
