logical thoughts.

So, I feel like we (you and I) talk about this all the time, but remember how I have to wake up early because I have to be at work at 7:30 in the a.m.?  Well, that requires me to wake up supes earlier (i.e. 5:40).  Also, I'd like to put in a disclaimer that says that no, it does not take me almost 2 hours to get ready in the morning.  If I put my mind to it and if I skipped eating breakfast and took a shorter shower (which I swear is not physically possible for me) and if I didn't stare at the contents of my closet for ten minutes in an attempt to pick out an outfit and if I didn't do some of the other things in my morning routine then I could prolls (probably) get completely ready from start to finish in one hour.  But the thing is I supes enjoy a shower of decent length and I love breakfast and I love the cobwebs that grow in my mouth as I stare stupidly into my closet attempting to find a shirt that hasn't been worn in at least a week.

But this is all beside the point.

The point is, this morning when my alarm went off at 5:45 (after I had hit snooze like three times), the following thought process occurred:

Okay, my alarm clock is going off. It is 5:45.  Hmm, if I don't wake up right now then I can sleep in as long as I want.


No, but really.  I thought that.  I thought that as long as I didn't wake up right then, then I didn't really have to wake up until 9 or 10 and I could really have gone for another 3 or 4 hours of sleep.  Now, I know this isn't that earthshaking for anyone else, but seriously.  I legitimately thought that as long as I didn't wake up right then, it would somehow be the weekend or something and I could sleep to my heart's content.  SO WEIRD...and completely illogical.

But like I said, totally seemed logical at the time.  So obviously, I just went back to sleep.

At 6:20, I woke up on my own because I think that somewhere in my subconscious I realized that I was not making sense.  I looked at the clock and tried to figure out why the heck I had chosen to go back to sleep.  And then those totally logical thoughts that I had been thinking came back to me and I remembered that sometimes I'm an idiot.

And yet, I just laid there for another 10 minutes.

But it was all good...I just didn't shower (totes still made time for breakfast, though it was eaten with a glazed look on my face as I just stared out the window).  It wasn't quite like this experience though, so that was good.

And that, my friends is one of the most borderline pointless posts I've ever written, though Lindsey (seen on the left in the picture above) found it slightly amusing and as long as one person is amused, I consider it a success.