this time of day.

So here on this coast of the U.S., it's 6:25 a.m. and I am bleary-eyed and hardly awake, which leads me to wonder if I really have to be up at this hour. If I really wanted to, I could stumble out of bed at 7:15, throw on a sweatshirt and some comfy--yet dispicably ugly--sweats and Uggs, run a toothbrush over my teeth a few times, and run to the bus stop in time to hop on the bus and possibly sleep for another ten or twenty minutes. My alarm goes off at 5:45 a.m. every morning, and every morning I want to kill it. I want to jump out of bed and heave it across the room. Of course, I don't think anyone in the household would be pleased with the inevitable crash and cacophony of alarm-against-wall. Well, whatever. I'm a little tired right now. Sorry.