What's a boy to do?

As you may well have guessed, I've switched over to summer hours as far as the blog is concerned. Right now, things are just too crazy to really keep up with it and after a year of writing dribble I figure I could use a little break to hopefully come up with some new dribble. That being said, I'm not really going away, I'm simply cutting my posts back to once or maybe if you're unlucky twice a week. It's plain impossible for me to do anymore, adhering to the high standards I've set for myself, the way work's been going lately. So, please, bear with me.

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The alarm goes off at 5:45am. I roll over, pulling the sheets tight, and hit the snooze before burrowing in for another nine minutes of sleep. My escape back to dream world is seamless. The alarm buzzes again at 5:53 and this time I have to oblige it. I take a shower, towel dry, brush the teeth and throw some clothes on as fast as I can. I don't want to be late for work. I let the dog out and rummage through the refrigerator for something to eat. Finding nothing that qualifies as editable, I kiss the lady goodbye and head out the door and off to another twelve hours of work. Work is work, enough said. I get home around 7:45pm because traffic sucks and promptly change into running clothes after letting the dog out again. I run whatever distance the schedule tells me to and lift afterwards. That all puts me at about 9 to 9:30pm. Then I eat dinner (maybe) , clean up a little around the house, surf the internet or play guitar for an hour or so and then head to bed. It's like that every day.

Now, I'm not going to complain about being busy. In fact, I much prefer to be busy. Most of the time when I'm not going a mile a minute I feel lazy and complacent. I like a little time to myself, or an afternoon here and there to sit around and do nothing but I need to be active. The one thing that really gets me about how my life's course is currently running is that every day is the same. They each have their perks and peaks and there's something new or different about each one but they're all extremely similar. And if every day is the same, that means I've slipped into a routine, which is something I find absolutely horrifying.

People run on routine. Some even need it to survive. It's structure, security and something to fall back on. Without it, people become paralyzed, unable to react when something dynamic changes in their life - unable to cope with life's only constant. It's when people get to that level that it becomes debilitating and can lead to a fun trip in the happy van to the glorious asylum. Though typical, for the average person, routine never reaches that point, and instead simply acts as a guide and organizational tool. It can enrich lives and help turn good ideas into reality. Everyone falls into some kind of routine, even if that routine is constantly breaking routine. It's impossible to accomplish anything worthwhile without some implementation of routine. And therefore, I'm not total opposed to it. However, the guy who said you can never had enough of a good thing was full of shit.

I just don't like waking up and feeling like the day events have been completely predetermined. Every day planned. If I want to know what's going to happen, I think back to the day before. That kind of routine makes me want to jump out the window (maybe not that extreme). I feel I'm slipping into something like that, whether I want to or not. Like a misguided adventurer slowly sinking in quicksand. I'm not a routine guy. I like a little excitement and a bit of the unforeseen. I like changing and adapting and adjusting to the curve balls life hurls our way. I'm not a huge fan of drama - a major routine breaker - but I do enjoy being a fourth party gossip monger - you know, that friend of a friend of a friend of the girl who got pregnant by her college professor (just an example...maybe). Or, if I'm getting really lucky, a surreptitiously interested third party observer. Drama can be the spice of life and certainly has a way of making things interesting.

So what's a boy to do? How do you shake things up without bring the entire house down? I'm not sure, but I think not working so much will have a strong positive effect. Now all I have to do is figure out a way to make that happen. It'd be sweet if some wealthy but ultimately bored billionaire with one foot in the grave would pay me shitloads of money to entertain him/her for the remainder of their natural lives. Of course, the services I provide would have their limits. Nothing sexual in nature because I'm no harlot. My services would be akin to that of a monkey with better listen skills and the ability to hurl insults at people instead of feces - though I can do that as well.

I better get my resume ready before the offers come flying in.