I sleep in quite late in the mornings. I dunno why, but I've never been a morning type person. The closest I ever got to that was the for three months I was looking after a friends house, where the bedroom windows faced the sunrise. I woke up with the sun.

Little known fact: the majority of houses are designed such that the bedroom windows face away from the morning sun. I tell a lie: I don't actually know if it's really that way, but after trying to use that in criteria in looking for a place to live, it sure seems to be true.

I wake up to my alarm. Over the years I've struggled with this, but recently it's starting to come together. I still wake up late, but its getting more natural. Part of it is making sure I get the right amount of sleep. Too little and I'm a tired, cranky little bitch. Too much and I'm a tired, cranky little bitch with a headache. But with just the right amount, I'm just a cranky little bitch (okay, who seriously couldn't see that coming?) Part of it is being fit. I ain't fit (no pun intended), but I'm making an effort there, and am trying to get the basics happenning before I move on to the big things. That includes eating right. Gotta get on top of that! Its just the net effect of all the little things that make your body get a decent rest, so its not fighting to get up in the morning.

But even on top of all that, I just gotta coax myself awake. I can't do it any other way, regardless of the other junk. Let some morning radio DJ spin some tunes that get my ears listenning. Talk about some shit so I can get interesting in the day. Wake me gently from my deep, deep slumber. Soften the shock from my backup alarm when it spews the first 20 seconds of 'Time' from Pink Floyd's 'Dark Side of the Moon' into my ear.

Mr Radio Alarm Clock, thank you for your fine tunes.