Okay, so I fell into bed last night at 12:00(ish), and I slept five heavy hours in which I had the following adventure:
For some reason, Fidel Castro had arranged a marriage for me to one of his advisors. So I, of course, went on the run, cross-country style. There was some guy helping me at first, but he disappeared at some point, and I was left to fend for myself. I ended up hiding in a youth hostel, and, more specifically, in someone's luggage. Literally, I zipped myself into someone's duffel bag, which somehow ended up in an abandoned house.
And that's when Steve McQueen rescued me.
The rest was a lot of running from a crazy, Castro-supporting bus driver (who ultimately turned out to be a good guy and led my pursuers away) and holding Steve McQueen's hand as he dragged me through cornfields and such.
Is it any wonder that when my alarm went off, I could hardly drag myself out of bed? Honestly, I spent the whole night running away from Castro's evil minions.
For the first time in my life, I hit the snooze button.
Er, fine. I hit the snooze button twice.
2 comments:
Ha! Welcome to every morning in the life of me. I hit the snooze button an average of 3 times before I eventually drag myself from sleepytimeland.
The snooze button is your friend...but only if your alarm is not located within smacking distance of your bed.
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