I'm awake, and don't know why. I can smell a hint of the incense I lit Saturday night. There's something perpetuating about me that gives me a hypnotic state. I'm awake, and I don't know exactly why. It may be the earplugs I put in last night. Highly effective, while I can hear some outside noise, almost everything is overridden by the sound of my own breath. I dreamed, and know my body, despite the pain in my side of late, felt some form of contentment

I came to about 7am this morning. Knowing it was really 6am, plus an hour for daylight savings, I tried to sleep in. It never took. About 7:15, I picked up a book and realized I was awake, yet somewhat out of touch. I can barely hear the street outside, the reason for the earplugs. It's as if I'm out of touch with the world for a second, and in touch with everything I need to be. My space heater is on, and I'm starting to get ready for my day.

I might make it into the gym this morning after all. It's a very cool effect. The body is at peace for the moment. My dreams were kind. If my day will yeild similar profit, it will be a happy one.

There's a white bedsheet I use as a curtain, held closed with a red-tipped bondage clothespin. Through the sheet I see the silouette of trees and a pure white glow of the sun across a pale sky. The rays normally penetrate the room in an arrogant assault. This morning is incredibly calm. It's tempting to keep the earplugs in, they seem to be a metaphor for keeping the world out, but I am awake, and am starting to get restless. Aries are not satiated by contentment, they are satiated by action.

Good news, we have many irons in the fire. Black And Blue Media is picking up Platinum Blue as a client. I need to draw up a proposal for Leoram (Kim Christy's company). Sllab is getting ready to duplicate and package <i>New Neighbors</i>, and I just turned in the latest Ad for this month.