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Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

This morning I woke up so refreshed and excited for the day...that was my first clue. I was pleasantly suprised to be awake well before my alarm went off...that was my next clue. I noted that it was a bright, sunny day...that was the final clue...that's when I started to get nervous. Then I grabbed my phone to see what time it was. That's when I started freaking out. Yes, yes I had slept through my alarm! But not by a few minutes...or an hour...no, that would have been recoverable. I slept through my alarm by two and a half hours! It was 9:30!!
I was so proud of myself though - I woke up at 9:30 and I clocked in at work at exactly 9:47. That's right...I have super powers...very deeply hidden, untapped, unreachable, unbelievable super powers. But the best part of the morning was not the extra two hours of sleep, or the confidence-boosting discovery of my super human abilities - it was the fact that as late as I was...I STILL beat my boss to work. Phew! That was close.
Pretty sure I have officially crossed into the realm of 'I need seventy billion alarm clocks to make sure I don't sleep through them'. Maybe I'll get a dog...then it will lick my late morning sleep addiction away. Except, how do you turn off a dog on holidays and weekends?

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Jessica said…
Awesome! You must have really needed the sleep! And how the heck do you get ready and to work in 17 minutes???
December 23, 2009 at 8:54 AM
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