Oh, it gives me unspeakable joy. What of it?

Almost 4AM and I haven't tasted blood in my mouth for awhile, but I really have no desire to roll over on my jaw, which is a little bruised. So far, so good though. Matt's sleeping soundly beside me. I was up reading this kick-ass book about pot smuggling before and then I watched 127 hours and although I thought I couldn't watch the scene where he cuts his own arm off, Danny Boyle did it in such a way that was almost okay. I'm also on lots of vicodin and ibuprofen. Yesterday I consisted on pomegranate pinkberry, and today, while one side of my face is more swollen than the other, as far as I can tell, I think it's going okay. Good, even. So far.

Okay. So, also. It's 4AM, and I always tell myself that I'm going to wake up at 4am and write, but doing so just seems a little too early. 5AM sure, but 4AM, it's like four hours from midnight, which I go to bed around there, a little before. I have a hard time pulling that off, sometimes it works, but I found in the five am area. That's the ballpark time.

I wish it could be a little later. Or I could wake up at five or six, do what I do, then go to the gym and knock that out a few hours later, then do what I do, then go hiking and eat lunch to break up the day, then do what I do, come back. Other stuff. Go outside. Smell the roses. Run errands around six. Come back do what I do. Perfect fucking day.

Or not, there are lots of ways to have a perfect day. I don't need much.

Matt's sleeping so soundly next to me. My eyes are dry, but I don't want to get up and put drops in them, seems like a daunting task. Where could they be? By the christmas tree?

Yes.

Stompy stomps was by earlier today (who is just this nice girl that stomps a lot next door - sometimes stays there). Occasionally, I'll catch myself stomping too. It seems like our house is hollow underneath our feet. Funny, these workers came by and actually pushed the house up to where it should be sitting on the foundation, but in doing so they just literally pushed the house up from below, so the wallpaper in many spots is sagged now, and the front door wedges, doesn't close properly. You can see where the wall paper, the bindings are strained. It's actually funny. I knew the house was slanted, I just had no idea how much!

Actually, it's not that bad, but seriously. That's one way to fix a foundation.

I came up with a new idea for a TV series, outlining the pilot now. I like TV, I like the structure of it. Even though I know it's all structure.

More later. Yes. Always more.