Sleeping.... what is it about you that makes me miss you so much?

My new sleep routine has officially become an annoyance.
I am falling asleep at bars, sitting on the couch, and most of the time..... around 9pm.
So ok.... not so bad..... going to sleep early.... hmmm..... novel idea but still not the worst thing in the world.
Waking up at (or around) 6am every morning..... not feeling ya so much.

All those times I wondered, "What happens in those early morning hours that I see once or twice a year? Something devious? Something magical? Something at all?"
The answer is nothing at all.
Maybe 6 cars pass every 30 minutes. One guy in a pink and teal track suit jacket will walk by pushing a shopping cart full of broken tvs, a legless chair, and what looks like a sword fashioned out of a broken pallet.
A woman will jog by in her sleek spandex suit chasing after the dog that is on a much too long lease.
You can hear the train going by in the distance and two or three birds chirping away. Or more like cackling away. Birds here don't sing. And if that IS their singing.... then they are more like that cowboy with the hole in his neck singing about tobacco.
The squirrels run back and forth on the fire escape, leaping on to the back of my air conditioner causing a metallic thud and pop every 4 minutes or so.

I sit looking around my room and thinking about how I could probably be an interior decorator if this filmmaking thing doesn't pan out. hahaha


No. Really.
I could.

Today's plan.... get some work done here on the trailer, hit up the Rock and Roll Photography exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum, take a nap, meet up with my little buddies, Manuel and Phil, Trophy Bar (?), then Sure Juror show at Arlene's Grocery.

Hell.
I didn't realize today was so busy until I just wrote it.
And I'm over here wasting time with a blog.