Stylin' the early mornin' rise.

What a great start to the New Year! In addition to my resolutions (see below), I've decided to get up by 6am every weekday and do 20 minutes of Yoga with the prominently phallused Rodney Yee, whose voice reminds me of Jim Carrey when he up dressed like that weightlifting woman on "In Living Color." Personal Yoga instruction with a highly acclaimed Yoga teacher... through my very own television and DVD player! No live watchful eyes on this flexible body!



I set my alarm AND my internal clock for 6am. The internal clock got me up first at 5:45. I awoke feeling ever so refreshed on account of having had a dream in which I caroused about Maine with the Dalai Lama. We went to visit a friend of his who was a silent film star in a Charlie Chaplain film (though she looked in her twenties). Her back was broken and he said some prayers for her. Then we walked hand in hand (an accepted practice on the other side of the world, I swear) and got lost driving along the back roads. It was actually one of the most fun times I've ever had in a dream. No crazy flying or super powered adventures or anything like that. Just laughing and hanging out. It was also the most focused and linear dream I've had in a long while. Usually they jump-cut and morph into angry cows or what have you.



Then I did that damned Yoga. Yes I did. And then I went to work in an office where goosing about with monks in the astral realm and stretching for long periods of time is considered "inappropriate," and "grounds for dismissal."



It's also "grounds for breakin' up" when you punch your girlfriend in the gut to wake her up in the morning. So if you did that, there's no turning back now. You've got to finish the job and work the head, neck, and shoulders as my old boxing coach Punchy McPhearson used to say. But I didn't do that because I'm not a psychotic insane person. I'm a loving boy who kissed his lady on the cheek and skipped on his way... and punched a cat for being gluttonous.



Bye, bye Birdhaus