I'm living my life in a series of alarm clocks. 4:15 am. 5 am. 7:30am. 5:17 am.
My phone goes off and then the actual alarm clock across the room.
Wash my eyes with warm water/contacts/pull on my stockings clear up to my knees. Headband, polo shirt, eggs and toast.
Two shots of espresso over whipped cream and caramel sauce...

Press repeat and shake in a couple band practices and naps and more alarms so that I'm not late for stuff. Venti size that. Sugar free. Every morning since I came back from Heaven.

I'm not complaining. I stay out of trouble and I like playing music. So much good has come out of changing jobs that its not even funny. But my boss even told me yesterday (or the day before? they're all the same) that she thought I was a workaholic.
"Yeah..."I said, laughing.
"Well I'm not complaining," she said, also laughing.
Free drinks for everybody. Gotta pay back the man for all the fun I've had. And miles to go before I sleep.
Miles to go before I sleep.