D.J. Coffman - Sequential Artist, Thinker

An odd occurrence last night as I woke up at 2:22, 3:33, 4:44 and 5:55 am. — The dog was stirring around, upset stomach I think from getting into our garbage yesterday. He ate an entire bag of freezer burnt pierogies we had thrown out– he had gotten sick previously in the day with those, but his belly was making weird noises all day and night. I hope he didn’t eat something else he should have.

So, I’m a zombie this morning– but it’s all good. I’m off to work on some top secret stuff of a grassroots nature.

Our brains have some sort of internal time clock ticking away in it, once you’ve synced yourself to a clock. I know people who can wake up every morning without an alarm, I use to be that way too– And I knew an autistic kid in highschool who could not only tell you the exact time and second and begin counting, but could also tell you the exact temperature. He’d also tell people what year they’d die– but I digress. I just want to kick whatever internal part of me decided it would be super funny to have me wake up and look at the clock every hour on the hour at those exact times. It’s the same thing that triggers me out of the blue to look at a clock when it’s on the 13th minute, while my brain is covering it up by making me think I just want to know what time it is.

Tick, tick, tick…

Hoping to hear back on some business things today– trying to get some things hammered out for the future. Everything seems to change day to day– some days I get angry, some days depressed, some days hopeful– but I’ve learned a valuable lesson or two to take away from everything and apply it to the future. I guess that’s at least something.

Off to the drawing board I roll…