Surprise

I used to be a night person, but I changed. People ask me all the time how to change and the answer is simple. Surprise.

Good morning.

For example, I was astonished to find that I could drink, heavily, most of my college career. Now I'm a morning person, for the one thing a body learns when drunk every evening is how to function hungover. I surprise myself.

I learned how to draw last week. Good morning. Surprised? I was too. I can even draw in my blog.

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Know what that is? It's me bowling (and this is a smiley face :) and at this point my dad is cringing reading this because these are terrible jokes and I should feel embarassed.

Wrong. I love making bad jokes! I laugh the hell out of myself... on the inside. There's a drug pimping its way through your brain when you laugh called serotonin. I may not be able to dance to save my life but at least I have no problem with THAT. The jokes are for my sake. HE's the only one embarrased!

Another example. Here's the reason I'm writing a Monday morning blog entry on Monday afternoon:

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Look like a bunch of clouds and mountains? It doesn't, I know. But let's pretend it does. Note the complete lack of 737s. That's right: delayed flight.

And guess what this is: -----O-O-O-O----------O-O-O-O------

Attempted suicide. Ha! Right? Right, nothing teaches yourself better than a little kick in the ass or a hangover each morning or an inside joke that nobody gets but you.

"That one's for me," as I say.

Or an blogged masterpiece just to cheer up a delayed traveler. Surprise is the first thing I consistently wake up to on Monday morning, if the last thing I expect.

And it helps.

Good Morning,

Sean