The hazards of a too-comfortable bed.
June 28th, 2005 | by Scott Jennings |This was the plan: I went to bed last night right at 11pm, exhausted after Day 35 of Katy’s birthday celebration. I set my alarm for 7am, allowing eight hours for sleep, and affording me the opportunity to get to the office a little early to catch up on some stuff.
Here’s what happened: I hit the snooze bar fourteen times. I just did the math on that. I got eight hours of comfortable sleep, followed by two hours of fitful manic dreaming about alarms and sirens and emergencies. I remember two of these snooze bar slaps. I arrived at the office at my usual 10isham.
It’s time to break down and replace the mini-blind in my bedroom that Stephanie broke. The blanket tacked over the window makes my room into a cave — I can’t wake up in the dark. Maybe I should rig some 19th century style pour-a-bucket-of-ice-water-on-my-head contraption. Poor poor me.
