Matt Meade

Ok, I was out drinking all night with Faye, and got up at 5am all zippity-doo-da.

What’s that all about?

On a good day I don’t get up that early, much less bursting with energy. It was like an opposite-hangover.

I blame her for this inconvenient good mood.

Edit: In retrospect, this ended The Great Gnome Invasion. Previously my neighbor called the city about my grass so I started collecting lawn gnomes and made them all face him instead of the road. This enraged him into petty acts which were fuel on my fire. But I got up early that day and shoveled his sidewalk in addition to mine, so later in the spring he mowed my grass for me and the gnomes all turned away. I consider it an uneasy truce.