Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes. Keep it as written, don't change a single word, but improve grammar where necessary.

5:10am. The number represented by the tall hand is a direct and correct multiplication by two of what the small hand represents. I arose twice, once shortly after midnight to adjust my computer's volume levels, and again with minutes to spare before 5:00am. I should feel more tired than I do. And yet, somehow, I'm feeling completely refreshed. There is a lot to be said for going to sleep early, and I have been able to reap more of the benefits lately. The hallway lights are now on; light slivers can be seen underneath my doorway. The only major luminescence in my room is coming from the LCD monitor. It is still remarkable to think that I have the ability to do my computing in true widescreen now, and I've had the monitor for long enough at this point that I can genuinely say I'm able to take it for granted. The two CRT monitors still sit humbly in my closet, old titans of a time that came and went, both on hand just in case anything should happen to the display I'm using right now...though given my more measured carefulness with technology these days (notwithstanding my recent episode of clumsiness with my smartphone), the odds of that are much lower than they would have been years ago. I have managed to achieve a rare first here at the home: getting fully dressed for work, taking off my work clothes (sans underwear, though I eventually took those off to take a shower), then putting the clothes back on again. When I woke up this morning, I turned on my monitor, using the trusty time display on the bottom-right-hand corner of XP's taskbar, and saw that it was almost 5 in the morning. My immediate instinct was to get out of bed and start preparing for the events of the day, but not before turning off tonight's 'night music': approximately two hours' worth of dialogue from the PC game "Virtual Stupidity", starring Highland's number one miscreants Beavis and Butt-Head (by way of a full playthrough of the game, recorded by "NintendoComplete" for a YouTube video). For some reason I was in the mood to hear the lovable idiots again, and the game comes nowhere close to disappointing in that sense...nostalgic to the core, and comedic to the maximum, it is a prime example of mid-1990s creativity in video game development. At the time of getting up, I was not immediately compelled to take a shower, but rather to just use the bathroom, get on the computer, and take a moment for some showering later on. (Of course, I would handle it before we all got on the van to go to the JARC day program.) While contemplating my course of action, I saw a faint light come on, visible underneath my doorway. With my yellow "John 3:16" shirt (complete with a handwritten "THREE DAYS BEFORE MARIO STEALS YOUR LIVER" message on the back, a reference to an old meme dating back to several years ago) and a trusty pair of red shorts on I open up my door slightly, planning to just head to the bathroom. It appears the light is penetrating into the bathroom itself, which confuses my senses somewhat as I am not sure if a certain house-mate is in there. I hear him faintly praying, indicating his faith in a higher power (which he refers to as "God", though there are of course multiple interpretations that can be applied). Normally, I would yield the bathroom to him, but I can feel a certain amount of 'activity' occurring within my body. If I do not take care of it soon, it could become problematic in the not-too-distant future. I boldly take a few steps to glance into the bathroom, and see the lights are indeed off. I should have trusted that instinct from the beginning, as given his age he's the one most likely of us all to maximize the available lighting in that room, by turning on both switches. (I typically only activate one, the dimmer one, as not only do I prefer the atmospheric light but it is not accompanied by a loud ventilation noise, as is the case with the other switch.) I take my shot and go to the bathroom. He is not currently en route to the room, in which case he would have gladly gotten priority. (I am already aware of the perils of forcing him to delay his movements, having been greeted recently by what appeared to be the dried remains of a rather nasty diarrhea dump; it seems he also has a tendency to use a lot of toilet paper, as I have been an accessory to changing a roll at least once in recent memory.) After handling my business, I return to my room, but think to myself "how long will it be before he finishes up in there? I'm sure he not only needs to use the toilet but take a shower too." I decide to get myself dressed for work, putting on my full array of clothes for the day long before anyone else will have done the same. The plan is for me to stay in my room, but sure enough, another 'sensation' comes on. Like it or lump it, I will have to handle business again. At the same time, I really don't want to take off all of my clothes and put them back on just for the sake of one dump. I don't know if I will be able to handle my business and come back without the CNA seeing me; this morning, the nice young woman is taking care of those duties again, as the normal 'night shift' lady is hopefully enjoying some well-deserved time off. I know she's here, as she has already knocked on my door to wish me a good morning (preceded by an eager "Hello!" from my side of the equation). I take a chance and leave my room to see what happens. And sure enough, not only does she see me, but she seems quite stunned that I'm already fully decked out in my array of work-related clothing. "Did you take a shower already?" she asks. I am tempted to offer an affirmative answer, but can't bring myself to tell a lie. I am truthful, with a twist. "No, but I was getting ready to do so. I just wanted to make sure I was properly dressed." She has the most priceless look on her face, as though she'd just seen an alien baby with four heads. "You can just wear your bathrobe!" she replies. Humbly acknowledging her request, I return to my room and fulfill what in hindsight was inevitable. All of my clothes come off one layer at a time, sans the underwear. Wrapping myself in the blue-hued comfort of my trusty old bathrobe--which may finally be due for some washing and drying this week, along with both of my bath towels--I head to the bathroom, to relieve myself in more than one sense. Upon my departure, my work clothes return to my body as though they'd never left, each inch of fabric hugging my body as though it were a second skin. I cannot help but smile, contemplating how that poor CNA reacted upon hearing my 'shower logic'. I know I can't get away with it again, and she's probably the only one I could have done it with, given how kind and receptive she is. It was not my intention, but I figure that I don't know how long I'm going to be here, and I might as well have as much fun as I possibly can in the meantime. That's one way of doing it, a harmless 'what the heck?' moment which doesn't hurt anyone. It is good to have something to have a good laugh about. We are now four minutes into the morning "Arthur" rerun on WPBT-TV, and yet the television remains off for the moment. I find I've gotten on a roll, and don't want to jeopardize the momentum. Off in the distance, I hear a sound that seems to belong to a garbage truck. I am almost certain it's not, but can find no other point of comparison. In about twenty minutes' time or less we will tuck into whatever this morning's breakfast turns out to be, but I'm already willing to wager good money on the odds that it will be delicious. I reflect on the four columns outside the house. Each plays a role in maintaining the balance of the structural foundation of the building. In a sense, every one of those columns could be interpreted as being among the 'four planes of consciousness'. Mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual. Just as those columns are balanced, I keep on striving to build and maintain a sense of balance in my life. It is a goal that may never be fully realized, but a feat that I've never felt closer to achieving.