Rise And Shine.

I just love this.

This. Waking up early on saturdays.

No, I'm not being sarcastic. I have always been a creature of the day. Staying up late, well, I do it sometimes, but most days I'm already ready for bed by 9:30 PM. 

What it so special about today, I don't know. I just woke up feelig good. And it's not even a beautiful morning, since the rain has decidaded to show up today, much to a lot of people's displeasure. 

But I'm rather cozy, wrapped in my new flannel shirt, which is near close perfection to me as a piece of clothing. I just love plaid. And it's not about my whole "grunge" rock'n'roll roots. I just like them. 

And I got my cup o' joe along, with a cig, to "enhance" its flavour.

And Gideon is curled around my neck, being playful. He just wants me to scratch his chin. He gets all happy when I'm feeling good. 

And I am the Sock King, and the Earl of Underwear as well, because I've bought 24 of those. Yup. Makes me remember a conversation with Hugo, the Lawyer Supreme. He said to me, "I Think every man's dream is to have 365 pairs of underwear, you use it one day then toss it away at the end of the day." Then he mentioned that even his wife had suggested to him to WASH them in the bath, just like women do. 

Well, that's not really our thing, is it now, fellas? Besides, where the fuck are we supposed to hang them to dry? "Excuses, excuses," I can hear his lady saying. Meh. Better have a lot of them underwear, I suppose. 

And the ones I've acquired are just perfect. With a tribal dragon on the side, to boot. How could I resist? And they are not those crappy things we buy on those cheap shops. And cost me way less than to purchase them separetely. 

Now, I just got to wait until Monday, to see about getting my moustache wax from eBay. My whiskers are quite grown, and I look like a fucking walrus at the moment. A walrus?

                               "I Am The Walrus"

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly
I'm crying

Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come
Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you been a naughty boy. You let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

Mister City Policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come
You get a tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo goo joob

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Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (Ha ha ha! He he he! Ha ha ha!)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied
I'm crying

Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob
Goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob
Goo gooooooooooo jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba

Ah, good old Jonh Lennon and his crazed lyrics. But he also said something that I consider a guideline in my life: "Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted at all."

Amem, my Beatle brother. Amem. 

Well, nice intro for a day. And some of my "presents for myself, to myself" will arrive today as well. I feel like a kid, awaiting Santa with the presents. Anly I bought them myself, to myself. No old man on a sled has nothing to do with it. It all comes to money. Yes, I'm in debt. 

But living large. Yes, I am, in my own way. 

Let's see what else this saturday has in store for us, shall we? Breakfast! 

Room service! Oh fuck, this ain't a hotel. Well, fuck it. Well, let's go and brew us more joe. 

I might be coming back later to report the progress of this day, which has me woken up feeling rather good. May the feeling persists.

So go on about the weekend, people. Have a nice one. It's fucking saturday! Wheeeeee.