Bowie Doesn't Do Mornings Either

 (Well, hello there, DAVID BOWIE.)

I am not a morning person. I'm more of mid-afternoon, early evening person.

This week, I'm proud to report that I've been getting up early to work and attend the International Literary Journalism Conference. That's right: Awake and charming before 11 AM. Because I am a nerdy, nerdy girl and get excited about things like literary journalism.

(Fittingly, one of the topics presented this week is on the American Flâneur. I couldn't help but point to it and whisper, "That's me!" every single time I saw it in the program.)

 But before I am charming and awake and an attentive attendee and volunteer, my poor addicted brain needs copious amounts of caffeine. In the early morning hours of Thursday, I was attempting to function without a coffee in hand, and that is never a good time for me to try to write a text message. I managed to type one to Ash, pre-caffeine. 
Previous attempts at texting before caffeine were just variations of: "amdbpej nakigrnw ojal." Thursday's message? "It is early and I hate early."
Not bad for 7 AM.

That is why, when I hold my first (soon to be annual) International David Bowie Is Awesome conference – complete with seminars and lectures in the following topics: "Naming your cat Ziggy Stardust: Sweet homage or cruel insult?"; "10 Reasons Why David Bowie Should Allow Me to Live in His House"; "It's Not Obsession, it's Devotion: A Fan Retrospective" and of course, the open mic night, "Bowetry: Poetry Inspired By Bowie" – it will be sponsored by Starbucks and/or Bacardi and begin somewhere around noon. Or 2. Possibly 2:30, nap included.