Friday, April 29, 2005

British Breakfast tea, do yo' stuff

Sometimes enjoying sleep is it's own alarm.
I woke up at 6:15 on the dot this morning, not realizing that the alarm had been unplugged (most likely by a cat).
My eyes opened. I was warm. Stanley yawned and we cuddled. I thought to myself, damn...sleeping rules, I'm so comfortable, I'm so warm and cozy and wait...
this can't be right. There's a little bit of light streaming though the window.
I sit up, put on my glasses and strain to see the clock in the living room.
Ah, fuck!

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