Wait, I'm Cockney Now?

It's much too early to be awake, but then according to my own determination to get in shape, this will be considered a normal time to be awake by the middle of next week. But today's early rising didn't stem from a scheduled work out routine, but because I was sleeping on one couch in my living room while my pal Keaton crashed on the other (notably more comfortable sofa). And in the dream I was having, a cell phone started ringing.

You see, in the dream I was suddenly being asked to step in for a performance (which was the least weird thing that happened in my subconscious last night) and so I go on, on book, to cover as the curtain rose and then, like a bad jump cut, we were in the big climactic ending sequence and I couldn't find my page number because my script was an old "Hollywood Reporter" with a reprint of the play and the pages didn't match and JUST as I found my place it says I should read it with a Cockney accent (as if performing an intricately choreographed fight and death scene in a period piece isn't enough -- let's do it in an accent that I'm not known for). But I soldier on, figure it out and just as I open my mouth to deliver my first line -- someone's cell phone goes off... What the -- !?

It was the alarm on my phone. And with an irony I totally appreciate, it's playing again right now in the other room as I'd snoozed it for an hour but then gotten up anyway. I hope Kirby and Zubov can't hear it upstairs. Wow -- it's still going. Beethoven would have to applaud its determination (the wake up ringer is "Ode to Joy", which really isn't very joyous to hear when you're tired as frack and want nothing more than to cover up in a cocoon of blankets and drift back to another reality for a while). There, it stopped. And so must I. I'm completely procrastinating the start of my day. The weird dream I had makes complete sense actually as it was all just one big anxiety trip and today is my first day back to work in many months. Granted it's a temp job that I'm not planning on holding forever -- actually, getting the temp gig has inspired me to step up my search for something bigger and better -- but it's still venturing to a new place with new people and... Gotta run. "Ode to Joy" is already playing an encore! I'll post something with more substance later. Perhaps about more misadventures with the dryer. Oh yes, what fun we'll have with that one.