It's time to get up, get dressed and accomplish a lot.
But srsly, I gotta get moving.
What I really want to do is talk about the film Sunshine, or the book I'm reading (finally finishing up John Perkins' Confessions of an Economic Hit Man), or how much I detest American politics, or how out of place I am (philosophically) at the mall, or sex, or the kick ass locally-roast fair trade coffee I drink, or anything, really.
But I gotta go pick up the 8yo from his da's place, run various and sundry errands, and get ready to sign the lease for my new place.
And some day, some day, I'm gonna start writing about race. It's a topic fraught with danger and I don't always have the energy for it. But it's gotta be done.