Good Wayne

Early to Rise

So I have this dream about Lego. It's nothing spectacular; I dream that the new Dino Attack sets are so interchangeable I'm able to make the Hind-like heliocoter all tan instead of a mix of tan and red. I know, exciting!

But I wake up at 6 AM because the fan is blowing cold air and, because I've been thinking of the Dino sets, I wonder where my order is. I ordered the Dino lot, a Sandcrawler and a couple of other things on Sunday. But it's Wednesday and Lego is really just down the block. My orders from them come within a day or two. Tine's been on vacation this week so I had the order come to the house, but we're away this upcoming weekend and part of my half-awake brain starts mulling it all over.

The last couple of things from Lego got dropped off on the steps and I start to worry that it'll get dropped off when we're not here. There's plenty of punks who are bound to come to the door looking for Problem Child #1 (PC1) and who might think it's funny to just take it, or stomp it or perform some black magic on it - kids these days... So now I'm fully away and it's only like 6:10. Instead of taking the next 2 hours to sleep, I get up, shower and come down here. I figure I'll get the order number and call Lego and see if I can get it switched to my work address to avoid having to wash out yak's blood and de-hex my bricks.

And of course, there's the email telling me it's already shipped. And, of course, it should come today.

Now I get to sit here for about an hour before leaving for work.

I hate my brain.

Dork! That's prime LEGO building (also: LEGO sorting, reading, writing, Diplomacy-playing, or porn-downloading) time. I get up at 5:00 every day so that I *can* sit around for an hour or two and do whatever, or nothing, or both.

I wonder why Sullivan never signs his posts? He's surely not fooling anyone. Only one so afflicted with a terminal case of OCD could possibly have a laundry list of activites to complete in a 2 hour span before going to work.

You are the livin' end.

And by that I mean, a total freak.

Sullivan likes to cultivate an air of mystique and sexual prowess. Not signing his name is an integral part of this effort.