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Sunrise over Lake Michigan, a sight I used to see coming home…

I really would get a lot of things done if I didn’t need sleep.

Take this morning, for example. I was forced to get up early (3:45 am) to take a friend to the airport- ok, so I insisted, but we were still forced due to the plane reservation. I left the airport around 6 am and drove along the lake for a while (Lake Michigan for those of you who don’t know where the Milwaukee Airport is…) and I watched the sun rise over the massive lake, hidden behind clouds, enjoying the fact there was NO ONE on the road. I drove around, looking at the houses and actually feeling inspired to write.

I decided to stay in the area because I have a baby shower to attend at 11 am just a few blocks away, but in order to do so I needed to find Coffee. 6 am is a little early for shops to open on a Sunday, but I found one that opened at 7, so I sat outside for a while to wait. What a cool place to be, downtown Milwaukee. Ok, so I’m not in Downtown proper, but the Alterra shop is near the new lofts in the Third Ward. And the weather is beautiful yet, that nice cool breeze before the sun fully emerges and the warmth of the afternoon starts to bake us to the asphalt.

So, I have my coffee. I even have some food to eat, which I am munching on slowly, albeit faithfully. And I am trying to write, but I keep nodding. Not falling asleep, exactly, but drooping. I look at the clock and think that I can fit a little car nap in before the party, but I am not one who wakes up well from naps. I’m better off trudging through the pain of being awake. Mind you, I am tired. I’m going to be going to bed at 3 in the afternoon and not waking up until I have to go to work tomorrow. Really, I will. No, I won’t. Yes, I will. Oh shut up, you will not.

I talk to myself, rather argue with myself, when I am exhausted, which is actually quite often.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah, productive if I didn’t need sleep. It’s not that I hate mornings, I just hate having to be awake. Period. I like mornings fine, just as much as I like the night time, but having to wake up at all just really pisses me off. Doesn’t matter if I wake up in the afternoon or evening, I would be awake and I would hate that fact. But being awake is different, tho, I suppose, than waking up. It’s the “waking up” part of being awake that I really really hate.

The time ticks on, shortening my chance for a little car nap. Should I or shouldn’t I? I keep thinking I can do it, I can stay awake until I get home. I bribe myself with the promise of a future nap, but I am very skeptical of my promises. I have promised myself many things in the past and have rarely followed through.

Have you ever been so tired that your cells start to shake? My hands don’t shake, per se, but rather the cells that make up the muscles and skin shake. My arms too. Sometimes my legs will, too, just shake like they are trying to keep themselves awake by, well, shaking.

But just think- if I wasn’t so tired right now, I would be getting a lot of writing done. I have the time, I have the laptop, I have the coffee shop, I just don’t have me! I am not here. I am half asleep and will stay that way until I fall totally asleep. I did manage to write down some ideas, some notes, but as for actual work, real worthy work on the novels, bah. It’s not going to happen. I’m better off ranting on a blog than really writing anything of worth or value.

Or Tweeting. Or playing on Facebook. Or checking my email.

No one else is up at this hour.

I wouldn’t be either, which is unfortunate. It really is too bad that I need so much sleep. I could have gotten a lot of writing done and be that much closer to actually being done………..

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I think Spring has sprung.

If you don’t believe me, ask the flowers. I’m sure they wouldn’t be blooming if they weren’t 100% sure that it was time. So the weather has been crappy, it’s always crappy. And if it is a good day, you’re at work and can’t enjoy it, so just shut up. As for me, I admit, it is spring. There will be no more snow to ski upon, no more snow to snowshoe through, no more beautiful snowflakes flittering to the ground. Boo hoo. I love winter, if you haven’t guessed already. But it is time for spring, time for us to move on, and as the circle keeps on turning, winter will be back. Eventually. I can be patient, unlike the others who complain that it’s not really spring out side. It is. I’ve accepted it, and so should you.

But enough about that.

My coffee house choice for today is Stone Creek Coffee Roasters in Glendale. It’s right across the street from the Rheumatic Disease Center where I will be getting my infusion in a few hours. It’s a nice place, good coffee, but they don’t serve food, unless you consider muffins and cupcakes lunch. Ok, so I got a blueberry muffin. I always get so hungry sitting for two hours, unable to move in the Center. It’s good, moist, probably about 600 calories for half of it, but I’ll take it. For now. Coffee is nice and warm, although it happens to be warm outside today, with a high chance of thunderstorms as we had yesterday. I’m fine with that. I just wish it wouldn’t flood anymore. We had visited the western side of Wisconsin several times and every time this year we cringe when we hear that the Mississippi river is flooding. We’ve seen the flood lines of previous years and hope that everyone is safe. The weather can be so beautiful, yet so terrifying at times. I guess the worst we go through are tornadoes. We’ve had some hit close to home, but luckily, we haven’t had any mishaps, beside a cow trough landing in my sister’s yard. Nothing like the southern states and the home of my friend Sean Hoade. His house was destroyed, and I feel destroyed along with him.

People don’t understand how good they got it. Why is this? Why do we take things for granted, so often and so easily? Why can’t we just take a moment, appreciate what we have, and show a little compassion for when things don’t go according to plan. I don’t have a plan. Maybe that’s why I can appreciate the spring flowers and not bitch so much that it’s still in the 50s. I don’t care. What I do care about is how my dad’s feeling today, where are my friends going to sleep tonight, will I have enough money to get gas so that I can drive down to Glendale for my infusion…

What do these people not have to worry about that all they have to worry about is the weather?

I hate the DMV

The directions to the emissions testing were terrible and it didn’t help that I read them wrong. A little over a quarter tank of gas later, I find the stupid the place. And it’s a good thing I found it when I did because I was seriously about to kill someone. I even it said it out-loud, I’m about to kill someone. And then low and behold, just as I thought about giving up and going home, it was there. I was out within 15 minutes, fast efficient, and fairly polite. I was still on edge. The experience of trying to find the place left me shaking. A man who believed in karma would say that is what happens when one waits until later than the last minute to do this. I say, fuck you.

Coffee. I needed coffee. There was a Starbucks down the road, I knew exactly how to get there, but it is cold and uncomfortable. I didn’t want to go there. I remembered a coffee shop somewhere downtown, near the Habitat Re-Store, but where exactly I wasn’t sure. I decided to press my directional luck and try to find it. But when I was far past the spot where I ought to have been paying close attention, I pulled over and reevaluated my situation: do I double back and try again, or do I just go home? The urge for coffee won out and sure enough, I found it on the second passing. As I readied to turn into their parking lot, I was stopped by the Exit Only sign. Pulling over once again, I figured, what’s one more block in my journey?

With the weird guy standing in front of the tattoo parlor looking on, I pulled back out in to traffic and made my way around to the other side of the block. I found a spot neatly near the door and carted my stuff in, stopping in dismay before the door. They were to close in 45 minutes. Damn it. Though I can produce some good work in 45 minutes, my joy in life to sit in a coffee shop for hours on end. I love the sounds and smells the shops have to offer, the whirring, the clinking, the frrrrruuuuspt spewing forth producing warm and comforting smells, ah, I loved it.

I stepped into the little shop, finding I was completely alone, no one in the dinning room, and no one behind the counter. I suppose being that no one was here and that it was close to closing could be the explanation in the lax of service. Again, I asked myself, do I leave? Coffee, again, won me over. I ordered my usual Skim Latte and threw in a white and choco muffin, even though I had just eaten. I sat down and pulled out the lap top. It was warm in the seating area, but I was still shaking. The girl made her usual barista noises behind the counter as I tried to relax. She was kind enough to bring me my coffee and muffin.

Oh, my, the coffee was bad. It tasted like, ug, crap! I wrapped my hands around the cup, at least trying to absorb the warmth, but even the smell put me off. The muffin, however, was a redeemer of my day with it’s cream cheese top with choco chips and amoretto flavored choco cupcake/muffiness. Food saves the day again! I doubt I’ll be back here, given the early close, the bad coffee, bad music and the auntie’s parlor decor with the white lace and painted plates. It just wasn’t my kind of shop. I appreciate it anyway, and after a few minutes of furious typing, I relaxed. I even smiled at the words flowing forth from fingers. I relished in the fact that finally, something in my day was going right.

And then I lost my writing. My wonderful blog entry that I really enjoyed, prided myself in, and hoped that the few people who read this will really also enjoy it. Gone. All Gone. And so my day goes right back into the crapper. I hate losing my writings. Hate, hate, hate it.  Again, I was about to kill someone. I tried rewriting it, but the organic-ness of the piece was lost and the whole ordeal was too upsetting for me to try to duplicate. So I left ten minutes early.

As I was driving home, I was thinking of dinner. In my little town of Waubeka, we have a new restaurant which serves really good burgers, The Firehouse. I thought about stopping there later for dinner. Then the thought crossed my mind, I could go there now and grab a beer! Ha. Hm. That’s an idea….

And so I am here, enjoying my pint of Fat Tire, rewriting the blog entry with the amended ending. Perhaps this is what the piece needed in the first place. But don’t start saying that everything happens for a reason, because I really don’t buy into that shit. Things happen. Period. I suppose if I wasn’t already annoyed with the whole DMV fiasco, I wouldn’t have been that upset about losing the entry. But here it is, for the most part, a little longer than before, more for your buck, and possibly a much better ending.

Being here does take me back to college, when my roommate and I would take our homework to the coffee shop. One night, though, it was so full we couldn’t get a table. We ended up a few blocks away at the bar, drinking beer and getting A’s on our homework. Ah, the power of beer. I may have to make this place my new coffee house.