{"id":13,"date":"2004-10-22T10:58:00","date_gmt":"2004-10-22T10:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=13"},"modified":"2017-05-10T11:01:55","modified_gmt":"2017-05-10T17:01:55","slug":"mysterious-cavern","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/outsidecat.com\/wordvehicle\/archives\/13","title":{"rendered":"Mysterious cavern"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On Christmas Day,<br \/>\n  it&apos;s easy to wake up.  Even at age 25 I have the residual Pavlovian desire to get out of bed.<\/p>\n<p>Each morning,   my ability to get out of bed is determined by a single factor- I am more likely to wake fully if there is an impetus.  I do not require a large amount of motivation.  Usually the thought of breakfast brings a smile to my face, and I hop up to hunt and gather.  Other times it&apos;s the prospects that are held by the particular day.  Out-of-the-ordinary events give me this charge, so do projects I am eager to attend to.  Novel variations to my usual routine are instrument in making me a chipper person straight out of the gate.<\/p>\n<p>I cannot attribute this phenomenon to my upbringing or genetics.  I feel that I have, from a young age, cultivated the general ability to get excited about small things.  I feel this talent has served me well.  I do not suffer from depression, malaise or constipation.<\/p>\n<p>The flipside of my sunny morning persona is the darker morning persona.  When I have to get up before the sun, and turning on the lights hurts my eyes, I am not happy.  If I have to do so because I have an unpleasant task ahead of me, I am really not happy.  This tends to require a superior breakfast, consisting of more than three things.  Usually I am content with a breakfast of just three things, but on these dark mornings (both literally and figuratively) I require more.  This rights my spirits, and I return to neutral.<\/p>\n<p>In between chipper and cranky lies a strange land.  Waking up neutral can be splenetic because it offers the smallest thing (referred to above, as I am sensitive to small things) the opportunity to unsettle me.<\/p>\n<p>Ah, yes, we come to today&apos;s observation.  My first task this morning was to expel the several cups of beer left in my system from kickball the night before.  I sat blinking in the harsh light, using this down time to gather my early thoughts and arrange my morning.  First on the list was to change my tampon.  As I use OB tampons, I have a much more intimate experience introducing the little white bullet.<\/p>\n<p>Old &apos;pon out, new &apos;pon in &#8212; wait.  What?  No.<\/p>\n<p>It was too early for to instantly comprehend the situation, but just as slowly as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that there was a second tampon, a magic bullet, up in my honey pot.<\/p>\n<p>Shocking.  As I pulled out the new tampon and began to envelope myself in myself (i.e. trawl for God-know-how-old tampon) I began to recognize the feeling I was having.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Fucking great- now I&apos;m all unsettled.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>It took a bowl of cereal, apple cider and a scone to right this ship.<\/p>\n<p>*author&apos;s note: Cereal and milk count as two things.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On Christmas Day, it&apos;s easy to wake up. Even at age 25 I have the residual Pavlovian desire to get out of bed. Each morning, my ability to get out of bed is determined by a single factor- I am more likely to wake fully if there is an impetus. 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