Mornings.

I tell ya. Mornings. What a drag.

Monday Mornings. What a drag times two.

My alarm went off(on?) this morning at 8 o'clock. I know, I know, that's really not THAT early, but this is me I'm talking about. I need as many hours of sleep each night as a centipede has legs. More or less. Anyway, the alarm goes off at 8 and I figure instead of hitting the snooze button three more times in nine minute increments I'll just go ahead and set my alarm to 8:20. 20 minutes more of uninterrupted sleep sounded a lot better than 27 minutes of waking up every NINE to hit da shnooz.

I tell ya (again). Craziest 20 minutes ever. I fell asleep right away and started dreaming that my alarm was going off and I couldn't figure how to stop it. But I didn't think it was a dream, I thought I was awake trying to shut my alarm off. So eventually (in the dream) I stop the beeping and lay back down. I'm now worried that I'm gonna fall asleep and not wake up for a couple hours because in order to stop the beeping I had shut off the alarm fully instead of hitting snooze.

At this point in the dream I sorta wake up and realize that the alarm is still set to 8:20 and I only shut the alarm off in my dream. So I still have about 10 minutes of solid sleep ahead of me. But now I'm just getting that I'm putting all of this work and thought into trying to get a couple more minutes of sleep. I realize that I'm just being ridiculous and finally get out of bed and go about my usual school day getting to all my classes on time and everything turned out fine.

Who knew that sleep could take so much work.