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February 09, 2007


It is very rare for me to oversleep. My alarm clock goes off at 5:54, but I usually wake up about thirty-five times between five and six anyway. When my radio turns on, I listen to the Marketplace Morning Report, the news at the top of the hour, and the local weather, and get out of bed between 6:05 and 6:10. I wash my face, get dressed, pack my bag, set out David's lunch and pour his morning Diet Pepsi, and call a friend who expects to hear from me at 6:30 every morning.

Today I woke up at 4:30 and, relieved that I had another hour and a half to sleep, quickly drifted into a rather involved dream. I was taking some kind of biology class and, as part of the class, had to watch one of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies (which I have never seen in real life). So I rented the movie and invited over the rest of the class to watch it. We weren't at my current house, however, but in the condo my mom and I lived in when she was married to my evil stepfather. In the dream, we had just started the movie, and then I woke up and looked at the clock. It read 6:29. How could that be? My alarm goes off at 5:54, when the clock (which we keep six minutes fast) reads 6am. I felt the alarm switch and, sure enough, I hadn't set it the night before. Fortunately it was really only 6:23, so I had seven minutes to pull myself together before my phone call, but I was way behind schedule.

Ultimately, though, it wasn't that bad. I still got to work on time, and I think I even feel a bit more rested for having had that extra half hour of sleep. Maybe I could do it every day...

Posted by eklanche at February 9, 2007 07:32 AM


who do you call at 6:30??

Posted by: kisha at February 9, 2007 01:09 PM

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