Wee-oo wee-oooo!

It was surprisingly easy to get out of bed this morning. The alarm went off, with Robert Plant wailing in my ear [and yes Meaghan, I thought of you]. I layed there, in a fuzzy state sort of confuzzled. I forced myself up, put on coffee, and hopped in the shower.

Afterwards I sat down at the computer, and tuned in once again to The Bear. And for some reason, hearing Axl Rose's nasel screeching of Sweet Child O' Mine sort of made my day. Under normal circumstances, I would think that Guns 'n' Roses that early would be assaulting on the ears, but for some reason, today it was rather enjoyable.

Then I had visions of Sean Astin, dancing around like Axl and singing this to his kids. It's rather amusing, I must say.