Thursday, September 22, 2005
Every morning I fight the same battle that everyone in America faces - rising. Here is my dilema. If I do not remove my lard butt from the plush pillowtop mattress I am cuddling, then I eventually anger myself because I start my day off later than planned. My morning schedule is quite complex and if any time is shaved off of it, I become quickly frustrated and sometimes bezerk, quite frankly. So how to I get myself up? Some mornings I say to myself, "you are going to regret it". This is fact. Some mornings the other side of my subconcious says, "you deserve to lay here 9 more minutes." This is pointless. Really it is. 9 more minutes always turns to 18 and the vicious cycle begins. This morning for example, I planned to remove myself from the bed at 5:15. I think I got up an HOUR later. Needless to say my day is now just in shambles. I don't even have proper attire for the second part of my day. Every minute counts and yet I cannot win. I am a runner, yet, I have made that venture twice this week instead of my typical 4-5. Exhausted I remain even with the extra hour of "rest". I may enlist someone to call and yell at me in the early morning hour so I will get up - i.e. Clay Skipper. Otherwise the cycle will continue and I will again become a worthless rolly polly with the energy of a watch battery.