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On the plus side, I'm well-rested...
May. 21st, 2004 01:58 pmI woke up this morning, and the first thing I saw was my clock.
It said 8:24am.
I usually get up at 6.
Work starts at 8:30.
On top of the clock was my cat.
FUCK! I leapt out of bed, called in to tell them I'd be late, and started getting ready at top speed while trying to figure out why the alarm didn't go off. I specifically remembered setting it last night. Then I thought about Lucy on top of the clock, and remembered how she's turned the radio on in the past. The same switch controls the alarm. I'll bet she turned the alarm off. Damn cat.
Anyway, I got in to work at 9:49am and patted myself on the back for my bustling ability. What a way to start the day. It may well have been a good thing, though: I'm not likely to get a heck of a lot of sleep this weekend.
It said 8:24am.
I usually get up at 6.
Work starts at 8:30.
On top of the clock was my cat.
FUCK! I leapt out of bed, called in to tell them I'd be late, and started getting ready at top speed while trying to figure out why the alarm didn't go off. I specifically remembered setting it last night. Then I thought about Lucy on top of the clock, and remembered how she's turned the radio on in the past. The same switch controls the alarm. I'll bet she turned the alarm off. Damn cat.
Anyway, I got in to work at 9:49am and patted myself on the back for my bustling ability. What a way to start the day. It may well have been a good thing, though: I'm not likely to get a heck of a lot of sleep this weekend.
