The first thing I do every, single morning when I open my eyes is sing a little song in my head. The song varies from day to day. Yesterday it was Metallica’s “Enter Sandman.” This morning it was The Wallflower’s “Sleepwalker” which is a bit appropriate since I naturally woke up (sans alarm) at like 6:30 this morning (which is totally bizarre considering I was at Grumpy’s until 11 last night).

Also, incidentally, I never seem to wake up singing the songs that my alarm plays. I use my cellphone as an alarm because having a clock in my room is not so good for the insomnia. A few weeks ago I figured out how to get Jed (the iBook) to send mp3 snippets to the cellphone.

This is just about the best thing to ever happen to me. Because now whenever someone calls, I get to hear that jangly bit of guitar that starts “I Will Dare” and my heart beats all goofy like it does every time I hear the song. It’s pretty rad.

So anyway, yeah I got some swanky mp3 snippets for my alarm too. Currently it’s the “she thinks she’s the queen of the underground” part of The Rolling Stones’ “Dead Flowers” or the “I once knew a girl called Sassy Britches” part of “Sassy Britches” by Self.

It’s pretty rad, but a bit puzzling. Because any sane person would be lead to conclude that the first song you’d sing in the morning would be the alarm clock song, but this so never, ever the case. It’s always some other totally random song from who knows where.

I’ve decided that I need to keep a running tally of the songs I wake up singing or needing to sing (because some times, like in the case of “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,” I’m not even sure of the song that I think I am trying to sing). There’s probably a very important key to my psychological make-up in those songs that I wake up singing and by keeping track of them I’m sure I’ll be able to figure out the answer to every single one of my problems.