After nearly two decades of walking on God's very weird earth, I still haven't grasped one of mankind's basic fundamental abilities.
Waking up.
Yes, i do find that waking up from hours of deep unadulterated sleep to be somewhat of a problem. Its not that I DON'T WANT to wake up. Its not that I don't enjoy my days being awake. It is just literally, physically nearly impossible for me to drag myself out of bed every morning.
Let me try to explain. You see, in the morning, when the glorious sunlight, bright yellow and full of promises, pours in through my bedroom windows, my room instantly lights up like the beginning of some stupid advertisement for fabric softener.
There I am, curled up in my blanket, warm and very comfortable, enjoying dreamless sleep when I'm rudely stirred from slumber by the damn sunlight shining into my room. It really irritates me. I'm like 'Bitc* please. I'm. Not. In. The. Mood.' and promptly fall back asleep.
This wouldn't have been a problem a week ago, considering my extremely relaxed lifestyle at the time, consisting mostly of regular daytime napping. Spending my days going to sleep at 2am only to arise at 2pm the next day. Taking pre-lunch and post-lunch naps and spending an unGodly amount of time on the Internet.
Now however, I have begun work. So (unfortunately) there will be no more daytime napping and I will HAVE to find a more effective way of dragging myself out of bed and into the shower if I want to be on time for work. Oh well...
