» Fri May 04, 2012 10:53 am
My ex used to pull the blankets off me to get me up - and I mean, like, she yanked those things clean off me and the bed. She thought it was funny every time she did it. To say that I got filled with rage is the most understated understatement that has ever been made in the entirety of human existence.
Waking up to those beeping alarms. I'd rather wake up to a badly tuned radio station, or a cat screaming in heat, or to the sound of nails on a chalkboard.
Waking up at 4:30 and knowing that there's no point going back to sleep when I have to get up in an hour and a half but I'm too tired to actually get up and too awake to go back to sleep anyway. That kind of svcks, but I'll take this over the preceding two any day of the week.