April 23, 2004
Yesterday I spent a little too much time snooze-tagging. I realized just after punching the button one last time that I really needed to get up and start the day. Not wanting to wait for 7 minutes or have the thing going off the whole time I was showering, I just shut off the alarm. That's no big deal; I do it from time to time and I always remember to turn the alarm back on that night.
Well, almost always. I woke up this morning at 8:20 or so, decided that I didn't have much to do this weekend, and rolled back over to go back to sleep. Then part of my brain (hopefully the part that thought shutting off the alarm was a good idea, trying to redeem itself) pointed out that it is, in fact, Friday, not Saturday.
I learned something today. It takes me at least 45 minutes to shower, shave and drive to work.
Edit: Needed to change the title; I wound up going in a different direction with the story and the two didn't match any more.
