Never ever snooze. Get up straight. Like a catapult out of bed. Ready to embrace life and the world an its magical wonders as it comes. BOOM. Until recently. Snoozing like a punk on meth. Or marijuana. Or whatever makes you totally sleepy and inactive.
So today as I woke up I knew I had already snoozed a few times (as always) and got out of bed – so I wouldn’t be too late. Checked the clock after a while. 3am. I hadn’t snoozed yet. My alarm hadn’t even gotten off in the first place (and not for another good three and a half hours). This was very weird and where I usually feel exuberant joy of the 'extra sleep hours' I just got, I was pissed. At getting used to snoozing. Lesson: don’t fucking snooze. Or whatever. Long week.
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