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I hope today is different than yesterday.  Yesterday started off with a sleep-ending 6AM panic attack, and things only went south from there.  I spent most of the day like a rabbit in rapidly approaching headlights...mezmorized and paralyzed by the advent of inevitable doom.  Didn't really get much done, just sat there and freaked out.  My moods follow a pretty predictable arc...total crap in the morning, then slowly improving the closer it gets to night. 

But today is much better.  And for no good reason...my situation hasn't improved one iota since yesterday...I'm just not freaked out about it for some reason.  It's weird.  But I'll take it.  I think I'd feel better about myself if I was the kind of person who woke up every morning with the sun, just happy as hell to be alive, skipped down the hall into the shower, and was totally ready to kick ass by 7am.  But I'm not.  I wake up, cuss whatever woke me up, cuss the sun, cuss life, and then there's a lot of trudging around for an hour or so, until I climb in the shower and cuzz at it for a while. 

Last night, I dreamed that I was hanging out with Aerosmith and U2.  And I was trying to get both groups to go to a comedy club with me.  Very random. 

Okay...I've gotta get to work on this thing I've been writing. 

Take care.  Good luck.  Win awards.