confused with this blogger beta business.

Time to work the email wonders of blogger.

Location: good ol' PV
So I just realized I have this total routine when I get home:
1) I go straight to Dad's computer and try to deal with his IE inadequacies and the other things that are going wrong because, well, because it's running a platform that sucks and that is ugly and is not OSX.
2) I crawl into my super extra firm twin bed with a book.  The bed is really small and instead of a sunken in bed valley, it has kind of the opposite, like a raised plateau.  Usually there's the fog horn/it's freezing battle to go to sleep, but not last night.  So that was a welcomed surprise. 
3) I wake up in my super extra firm twin bed.  Because the bed just lends itself to you rolling right off the super firm plateau, I tend to not move a muscle when I sleep here.  So I wake up in the exact same position as when I fall asleep.  Oh, and I always wake up to the sound of Mom's voice.  She is either on the phone or yelling about something, usually "be quiet!  mei mei is sleeping!"
4) I get up and go straight for the family room couch corner, pull on the big heavy towel blanket, and read.  This morning was Jonathan Safran Foer, obviously.
5) When I'm awake enough to get off my ass, I go straight for the piano and play the 2 1/2 songs that I know (not two and one-half... two half-songs.)  I usually throw in a D-flat scale sequence variation for warm-up.
6) Then I actually get up and get around to doing the whole shower/get ready business. 

Now it's off to a dance class with mom.  :)