This post brought to you by the revelation that sleeping all weekend means that you’re going to be rested up and ready to fire on all cylinders early on Monday morning.
I swore a mild oath when the alarm clock buzzer sounded at 0530, so I just lay in bed until my copy of The Normals’ Coming to Life sounded in my CD alarm clock. I got up before the third song, “Black Dress”, was complete, forced myself to walk straight to the shower, and started my day.
I’ve been at work for thirty minutes now.
This is all rather weird. I guess coming to work early means I don’t have to stay here until 6:00 like I am prone to doing, eh?