Nothing makes one not want to get out of bed in the morning quite like the annoying buzz of an alarm clock. It doesn't matter how long you've slept, if you are awakened prematurely by an infernal time-telling device with an annoying buzz or ring you will not enjoy the experience. I have it on good authority that waking to a bugle call is equally dissatisfying to most individuals. So, it's 7:00 in the morning, the all-to-familiar chirping of my cheap alarm clock becomes audible... let's dance. First, I hit the snooze, roll back over and try to return to sweet unconsciousness. Roughly nine minutes later, something sounding very similar to a smoke detector screeches once again, jolting me awake just as I was drifting back to sleep. This one elicits a momentary levitation on my part, somehow I manage to twist in midair and bring my hand slamming down on the snooze button. At this point, I lay in bed contemplating work... then I decide that I could use just a little more sleep. No discernable time passes and once again the alarm foils my attempts to sleep through work (Kyle did it... why can't I? Oh yeah, he knew what he was doing.) This time I bring my fist down with such force subconciously hoping to destroy the infernal electronic instrument of torture... no such luck. I resign myself to another day of dorkiness, and trudge off to the shower where I manage to sleep another five minutes while keeping my balance, then I manage another three to four minutes while driving to work (the car knows the way), and finally I manage another ten or so during the morning "staff meeting." Except I've learned how to talk coherently in my sleep, so no one is the wiser. The only problem is that I usually end up volunteering for something or fail to react in time to a "Not It" scenario... oh well, lunch is just a few hours away.
Jeff C.
