I realized today that 99% of the time I am able to naturally wake up without having to use the dreaded alarm clock. I work later in the day, so getting less than 9 hours of sleep just seems like I'd be passing up on the Universe's bounty, and we all know that makes baby Jeebus cry. I want to laze around in bed until 9-10 or so, and I'm sure that you only want what's best for me too. You're givers like that, and I thank you.
Unfortunately for me, however, the mornings are about the only time I can get anything productive done like waxing the cats or flossing my toes. I've reached a point in my housekeeping, personal hygiene, and overall productivity (or lack thereof) where some big decisions need to be made: Continue enjoying the happy sleep time that the Gods of Awesome have seen fit to bestow upon me, or (shudder) start employing the annoying "EEEE-EEEE-EEEE" of modern technology and drag my groggy ass out of bed and actually accomplish something more than my daily tofu/chickpea scramble and a cup of tea before noon? Against my better (yet still marginally poor) judgment and love of pillows, I think I know the answer to this one.
I'll give the alarm a shot- but if I haven't conquered the world/won a Nobel Prize/made it to the finals on American Idol after a week or two of that crap, I'm back on the sleep express. Anything less than "Queen of the world and the Mole-people too" seems hardly enough motivation to interrupt my bizarre dreams and cozy, coocoon-like slumber, don't you think?
Too much? Reaching too high?
Fine- if I can manage to both shower AND swab my uvula on the same day I'll consider the experiment a success.
I already hate that alarm clock- I think I'll name him Trevor after that guy that spit on me when I was in 7th grade on the Saturday-afternoon bus to go roller skating. Trevor was a real douche.
Good morning, Trevor. You suck!
Have a nice day!