Lizzie Lou Who's Awake in Whoville

I wrote this in January- the computer guy copied all my files onto disk- hence the reading and discovery part of this evening’s entertainment. I may have shared it with you, I don’t remember. But this little (5 paragraphs) “journal” cracks me up with the TERRIBLE writing, so I felt the need to share the stupidity... eat up and enjoy.

[ 4am Pacific Daylight Time

At least I believe it is 4am based on my computer clock. However that damn machine has yet to yield to my demands to change from New Mexico time to the state I am currently in. Tired.

Tired is the state I am currently in.

Check for dawn out the window. No such light has appeared... will check later for avid color description to jot down.

typing, reading, writing. typing reading writing. passing the time 5am pacific daylight time.

Check for dawn outside window... same streetlight, same sky as was present at 2 am. Although not scientifically accurate, considering the sky was most likely quite different at the aforementioned times. Totally getting bored with myself and bad mix of 90's music.

Going to bed only aggravated the boredom. Decide one must exhaust all funness before properly retiring to slumber ( or be incredibly smashed.)

typing, reading, writing. reading. reading somemore. reading how much the world has changed overnight. am sorely disappointed to know many people around the world have died with in the throws of my boredom. Well, not necessarily MY boredom. It was probably their own.

Check window for any signs what-so-ever the morning has arrived. No sign of pomp or circumstance can be found outside said window at 6:43am. it is lacking pomp, but I’m pretty sure circumstance will follow shortly.

Blood is starting to tingle as warning of approaching sunlight...must drink blood soon to ward off hypoglycemia. I mean coffee, I must drink coffee.

So, like I had this weird thought of what I would do if the world just stopped. That at 6:46 pacific daylight time all movement ceased, and I was the only mobile activity in the world. I have a mental image of me in the middle of my street crying and begging God to restore all life, especially the donut makers who just put the first batch into the oven and I cant steal the donuts yet cuz they aren’t baked- and with the time cease I can't bake them either! ... but really who am I kidding?

Every smart person who knows Monday is Donut day, also knows full well the first batch was done by 4:30am. So who am I to complain?

Light! I see January 17th,2005 at it's beginning. and I am awed, as always by it's simple beauty of waking up. Soft plums and apricots sweep the sky...leaving me hungry.

It is donut day after all. ]