Welcome To Early Town

Since we got back from the UK, I've been trying a new sleep schedule. Before, I would always wake up at 8:30 and get to work at 9. Now, and get ready for this because it's going to blow your pants off, I'm waking up at 7:00 and getting to work at 7:30. Can you believe that?!

Early risers are a strange group. They live out in the country, they listen to talk radio, and their veins pump pure caffeine. Even though it's only been four days, I declare that it's a cool group to be in. Much cooler than the late riser group at least, where all everyone wants to talk about is anime.

The only downside of the waking early thing is that, of course, I'm tired earlier. I'm a guy who needs a lot of sleep; I'm not one of these machines who stays up every night to the wee hours of the morning. Last night, I tried to push the limits to 11:30 and as a result, I went to work this morning with toothpaste in my hair. The law of early rising states that if I'm going to wake up like an old man, then I must go to bed like an old man, 15 minutes after dusk.

In other news, I am contemplating the quitting of my office softball team. It's fun to play with people that I work with; it's less fun to play with their uber-competitive replacements who attempt to coordinate all positioning in the outfield like Tony LaRussa. As softball brethren, we have agreed not to air out our disagreements in public, but instead allow me to vent them on my website and then quit in a huff.