So. It's the end of the quarter and I'm up super early today because I've got a performance starting in the next little bit. As I was brushing my teeth, I had another early morning epiphany: everyday interactions would be tough for McGuyver. Say you're him, running around in white tennis shoes and you cut your finger while fighting a bagel at the day job. You run over to someone efficient and say, "Hi! I need a band-aid."
The first thing everyone will think is, "Oho! And what else will he need to fashion a hang-glider? A band-aid, an old blue sock, and a paperclip!" While some people wouldn't say these things out loud, everyone would hand over the band-aid with a lot of expectation. And just imagine what happens whenever McGuyver needs a stamp for his letter!
Right, early mornings. This is the same time of day where I figured out sheep's roles in creating black holes and about sheep and their adventures of shrinking or not in the rain. Hmm. My early-morning brain worries about sheep and McGuyver. This is why I don't do early mornings. Time for coffee.
An Erinku:
I'm just
going to
rest my eyes
for a minute...
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