Woke up today, tossed and turned a bit, tried to sleep some more, but it wasn't happening. Took a look to see what time it was, and I'll be damned if it wasn't 6:30 am. This may not be surprising to most of you, but considering that I normally wake up at 8:15 it was way too early to be up on a weekday. Regardless, I decided to get up and get on with my day...which apparently means getting a coffee and writing a blog about waking up too early. Waking up early is always something I'd like to do, but hardly ever actually accomplish. Once I'm sleeping I prefer to not wake up any time soon.
Of course now that I've written about it, I don't know what else to write. Life has been pretty good of late. Not that anything exciting is happening, but I'll take life has been pretty good over life has been pretty shitty any day of the week.
Booked my trip to Vegas last night, which was less painful than I thought it might be. Five nights at the ol' Monte Carlo hotel. Hopefully it's a bit nicer than the 'ol(der) Riviera. My friend Sean is getting married out there to his lovely fiancee Lindsey. Should be a good time. I'll have lots of time to relax and take some pictures and whatnot. This time I'll try to remember to download the pics off the SD card so they all don't get accidentally deleted by my roommate. I had borrowed his camera the last time and well, those are just memories now.
I've also been considering the purchase of a new camera, the Nikon D7000, so maybe I'll have that before the trip. Just need to persuade myself that it's worthy of being owned by such a creature as myself. Or perhaps I just need to persuade myself to shell out the cash for it. Always having to shell out cash for this or that. Okay, always making the decision to shell out cash for this or that. We don't actually always have to do it, but we do it anyway, because we know it's helping out the economy and that's what our President said we should do. Our old President anyway. Not sure what the current one would say about that.
So I won a $200 tattoo certificate last week at a benefit for my friend Justin Sanberg. Not sure I'll go through with actually using it, but who knows, I might. I've never gotten an actual tattoo, but I claim to have one as my friend Chris stabbed me with a pencil in sixth grade and the mark is still there. That definitely counts I think. Perhaps I'll just get a tattoo of a circle, which will represents the macro view of that first tat. I don't think there's any saying or motto or logo or life creed that I need poked into my flesh.
Oh well. Something to think about anyway, as I've got several months before I need to make a decision.
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