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alarm clock fun time
So I was up until about 3:30 last night with the laundry and the amaretti. This is later than I'm usually awake!, so naturally I fell asleep within .00000001 seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
This morning, the alarm went off, and I blearily reached out and pressed a button, and the noise stopped -- and the next thing I remember, I woke up on my own and opened my eyes and the clock said 10:08.
I was airborne, y'all. You have never seen me get out of bed that fast. Jesus Christ. Getting to work at 10 is not ideal; leaving the house at 10 is worse; merely waking UP at 10? ARGH.
And then I saw the clock on the cable box, which said 9:08. I had evidently pressed both "hour" and "time" simultaneously. I was still running late, but not so godawful late as I'd thought. Nothing like a little adrenaline to get the morning going, though.
As an added bonus, I hit the button on the coffeemaker, and when I came back five minutes later I had a carafe of ... water. Shit, I thought, did I not put coffee in the basket? I remember doing this! And I look, and the coffee is there and bone-dry. What I'd done, last night when setting up the coffee, was put the coffee in the basket, measure the water, and completely fail to pour it into the reservoir. I'd just left it in the pot. Nice.
This morning, the alarm went off, and I blearily reached out and pressed a button, and the noise stopped -- and the next thing I remember, I woke up on my own and opened my eyes and the clock said 10:08.
I was airborne, y'all. You have never seen me get out of bed that fast. Jesus Christ. Getting to work at 10 is not ideal; leaving the house at 10 is worse; merely waking UP at 10? ARGH.
And then I saw the clock on the cable box, which said 9:08. I had evidently pressed both "hour" and "time" simultaneously. I was still running late, but not so godawful late as I'd thought. Nothing like a little adrenaline to get the morning going, though.
As an added bonus, I hit the button on the coffeemaker, and when I came back five minutes later I had a carafe of ... water. Shit, I thought, did I not put coffee in the basket? I remember doing this! And I look, and the coffee is there and bone-dry. What I'd done, last night when setting up the coffee, was put the coffee in the basket, measure the water, and completely fail to pour it into the reservoir. I'd just left it in the pot. Nice.