March 24th - 1:13Pm. Gainesville, FL

In the corner of "The Clock" restaurant which I have been seated, there is a faint smell of fecal matter. The mutant to my left has his gut hanging out all over the lap of his blue sweat pants. I prefer the atmosphere here late at night, but I enjoy the company (and the food, mmmm grits and home fries) offered in the morning. At this time of day there is an almost zero percent chance that I'll run into anyone I know; which is what I prefer to happen when I'm in Gainesville. The coffee works equally well at all hours. I didn't fall asleep last night until just before 6AM. It's easy to lose track of time at the practice space, with no windows, once you turn that dead-bolt lock it's almost as if the outside world doesn't exist. Almost. The lack of windows also makes it extremely hard to wake up in the morning. There's no fresh sunlight to let you know it's time to start a new day. Last night I moved from sleeping on my cot to sleeping directly on the floor; it is much more comfortable. The past couple of weeks have been a black hole.