All weekend long I was waking up at 4am. Thanks to the marriage of a huge moon and crappy blinds, it was like trying to go back to sleep at noon.
This morning I actually needed to get up at 4am to finish my column. Nice to see procrastination habits formed in high school really never do reform. I was so exhausted, I ended up hitting "snooze" until 6. Two hours of mindless arm swatting with 8-minute rests in between. Quality.
I still could not get up regardless of mounting panic and guilt. What I need is an alarm clock with an arm that will hand me coffee while it strokes my hair and tells me how gorgeous I am. Then again, I thought that would happen when I got married.