This morning started out fairly ordinarily:
- The alarm goes off with the usual high-strung DJs yapping about something or other inconsequential…
- I pull back my sheets and roll out of bed…
- I then walk over to my desk and take a drink from my glass of water…
- I stretch a bit and start wandering over my closet to pick out my clothes for the day…
Then, my alarm goes off and I wake up for real. Ugh. At least the radio wasn’t playing “I Got You Babe”. I’m not a morning-hater, but those first few moments of consciousness where I’m still trying to convince my brain that I’m no longer sleeping can be trying at times. And now I had to go through all that again? Silly meta-brain, tricks are for kids!