cereal @ 3.

Satisfactory greets only a select group among our species’ existence; satisfactory in which it is appropriately achieved, mind you. All humans strive for excellence, but the common conception of exertion can be imprudently misconstrued among the fogginess of the principle success. To put it bluntly, humans should never cease to raise the bar. Fulfillment should not be reached at a point in your life where efforts drop and comfort takes over. Going hand in hand with Richard Bach’s proclamation: "Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't," in order to fully execute mankind’s potential as an entirety, quitting isn’t an option, settling is not an option.

In the midst of universal human sayings, one that surfaces frequently is the idea that living is the best thing, our greatest gift from whatever higher source bestows upon us. If this is the case, why not exercise your right to go beyond the standard requirement of affirmative morality and stretch the elastic boundaries in which pure justification subsists. The human race should only halt to pursue when its plug is pulled; all other routes consist of indolence or mediocrity.

Sleep is not overcoming me as I wish it to. Thus I'm eating cereal and listening to The Smiths. I have a twelve hour day tomorrow at the lovely MacArthur, One-Act rehearsal 4-6:30 and orchestra rehearsal 6:20-8:30. That means I have negative time to collect myself. I'm not giving a sobb story (I always spell it like that because of the song "Sobb Story" by Leaders of the New School) trust me.

I'd fancy splurging a week in Seattle or Portland; dwell in the drizzly streets or assemble myself in the verdant evergreen forests. Texas is too much ‘in your face’ and not enough ‘go your own way.'

Perhaps I'm finally heavy-eyed.
Good night.
Have a marvelous slumber and a productive day.