Day One

Apparantly my obnoxious Winnie the Pooh alarm clock has had permanent effects. I hate the sound of this thing so much that I usually get up myself right before it goes off. Then I quickly turn off the alarm clock so that I don't have to start my day with the belted tune. But I guess I've done that so many mornings in a row now that I just can't sleep in on a Thursday. I feel okay about it though. My free day will be longer and also, I'm pretty sure I was dreaming about being in a cult so it's best that that dream ended before the inevitable "end of the world" talk by our "leader guy."