"To sleep, perchance to dream-
No I'm not suicidal
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Yes, before we go any farther, I know that I am using the most misused quote in the world.....but this morning when the alarm went off, I actually wondered if death is the only way I would finally feel rested.
That moment when you are violently yanked from peaceful bliss. Dream free slumber destroyed by the blaring sounds of a radio. THAT is the moment that ruins every day.
I have my clock radio across the room. Otherwise, I will simply hit the snooze button and go back to sleep....9 times. I have it set to music because my body hates the painful cacophony of an alarm so much that I have been known to get up, walk across the room, turn off the offending noise and go back to bed...all without waking up.
This morning as I got ready for my day, I noticed that I must have missed some mascara last night when I washed my face...there it was smeared under my eyes. I dutifully washed, brushed and primed myself to a semi-awake state, only to realize there had been no missed makeup....that was just my very own dark circles adorning my face.
I immediately make a resolution to get more sleep. I will go to bed at 8 o'clock tonight. Oh, wait, I can't. Um tomorrow? Nope, painting the final coat on the room. Friday? Well, that's Wild West Night. Maybe when I'm dead.....
That moment when you are violently yanked from peaceful bliss. Dream free slumber destroyed by the blaring sounds of a radio. THAT is the moment that ruins every day.
I have my clock radio across the room. Otherwise, I will simply hit the snooze button and go back to sleep....9 times. I have it set to music because my body hates the painful cacophony of an alarm so much that I have been known to get up, walk across the room, turn off the offending noise and go back to bed...all without waking up.
This morning as I got ready for my day, I noticed that I must have missed some mascara last night when I washed my face...there it was smeared under my eyes. I dutifully washed, brushed and primed myself to a semi-awake state, only to realize there had been no missed makeup....that was just my very own dark circles adorning my face.
I immediately make a resolution to get more sleep. I will go to bed at 8 o'clock tonight. Oh, wait, I can't. Um tomorrow? Nope, painting the final coat on the room. Friday? Well, that's Wild West Night. Maybe when I'm dead.....