In search of a job that pays me to sleep. Does that exist? I’m not talking about research studies, I’m talking just let me honk shoo mee mee mee alone in my bedroom. Just trust me, that is what I’m doing in there, and then you pay me? Is that a thing?! A girl can dream! Instead, I have to be brave and set an alarm to go off every weekday morning. And then I have to STOP hitting snooze five times. If I’m going to do that, I might as well just set the alarm for later, right?? No, because I’m supposed to be getting up earlier. I should not hit snooze at all. But dang, that button is such a tease. 

So, you guessed it, I slept through my alarm today. Sometimes that’s an even better alarm than the actual alarm, because then you wake up, realize you slept through your alarm, and then the adrenaline starts PUMPING through you. I got ready in like 10 minutes, which usually takes me a nice calm and slow full hour. But not today! Today I panicked, throw on the same pair of pants, and bolted to the train. Was only a few minutes late, so that’s good! But I am also exhausted…