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My lazy body needs 3 hours to re-adjust to the fact that it needs to be active.

In those 3 hours I spend my time; turn on the water cooker for my cheap instant coffee, throwing clothes out of my closet all over my room, drink my cheap instant coffee, checking the internet and keep staring at *insert random supposedly interesting business here* for two hours. Then time starts to tick away real fast. I rush to the bathroom and tend to fall asleep there, to rush into an outfit I know I shouldn’t be wearing because why wear that fancy new sweater when I’ll be digging my claws into 2000 kilo of spaghetti and meatballs? Then I go to my *yawn* blog and write another *yawn* interesting *yawn* update about my world of make believe.

Maybe I should set my alarm clock an hour earlier? Not that my alarm don’t screech out at an unholy time already. Because on workdays where my shift starts at about 9 in the morning (like today), my alarm will screech at about 6 in the morning.

And that screeching alarm is set to sound like this;