Private Thoughts Made Public

Bbbbbrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg!

tick, tock, tick, tock…
Bbbbbrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg!

tick, tock, tick, tock…
Bbbbbrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg!

tick, tock, tick, tock…
… open eyes….
… look through blurry eyes at watch ….
… see the minute hand pointing to the number 11
begin impersonation of Hugh Grant at the start of Four Weddings and a Funeral….. shit … 35 minutes to get to work! Twenty miles away!
up! shower! Bbbbbrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg! Shut up! I’m awake! dressed! no time for breakfast… bugger… out of the house… in the car… start engine… look at clock…
….. wha..? why is the clock in my car an hour early? Look at watch. Shit. Time for breakfast after all.
By the way, I would like to point out that not being able to get out of bed in the morning is the only thing I have in common with Hugh Grant.