The best part of waking up...

I'm always in an odd mood at 0530 on a Saturday morning.
Probably because I know I have no business being at work this early on a day usually considered a part of my weekend. I know I should be at home, snuggling with my wife or trying to coax baby Xander back to sleep, or a combination of the two.
But instead, I sit at my computer at work, sipping the bland Aramark brand coffee provided by the company (hey, the price is right) while surfing the internet instead of working - trust me, I'll get around to it.
I've already had what I will call the "coffee incident" of 2006, which is undoubtedly a foreshadowing of the day I have ahead of me. The first two things I do when I walk in the door each day is:
1) Brew a fresh pot of "coffee".
2) Turn on the copy machine.

Now, anyone who makes coffee on a regular basis knows that you have to dump out the old coffee left over from the day before as well as the old filter and grounds, rinse out the pot and put in a fresh set of filter and grounds. Well, this morning, I negleted to dump out the old stuff and just hit the "brew" button before leaving the break room. When I returned about ten fifteen minutes later, I walked into an full pot and a puddle of coffee on the counter.
In the words of the immortal Homer Simpson: "D'oh!"
So, a roll of paper towels and a string of obscenities later, the break room was returned to normal.

But all is well now, because I have X96 playing on the stereo and I have the office to myself for a couple more hours. (Bring on the ladies!)
Speaking of music, I've recently changed my personal soundtrack from Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds to Hate Me by Blue October. I don't know why, but it strikes a deep, melancholic chord of an all-too-familiar self-loathing I've struggled to live for half of my existence. Either that, or because it has the word "porno" in it. Ha ha.
Here are the lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I have to block out thoughts of you, so i don't loose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you, Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face
And will you never try to reach me, it is I that wanted this
(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me and wait, yeah wait for it to swollow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you
(Verse 2)
I'm sober now for 3 whole months, it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing that I won't touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I'll never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me and wait, yeah wait for it to swollow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you (
Verse 3)
And when the sad hard eyes say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I have made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I found out I can't make it go away, just make it stop
Come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How could you did this to me?"
(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me and wait, yeah wait for it to swollow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you, for you, for you, for you...