I dreamt a dream...

I stayed up late last night reading and mourning the departure of Conan O'Brien from the Late Show, as NBC re-aired Conan's first show as the Late Show host. I fell asleep pretty easily, probably as a result of the late hour, the third night I've taken Melatonin before bed, and a nice mug of hot cinnamon vanilla milk while I read. I woke up around 7:20, took a peek at the alarm clock (realizing that my cell phone, whose alarm was set for 7:30, was nowhere to be seen), and burrowed back into my fortress of pillows and blankets.

BLEEP bleep BLEEP bleep...BLEEP bleep BLEEP bleep...

Yes, I picked the most obnoxious ring-tone possible as the alarm on my cell, otherwise I'd roll over and sleep through it. Unfortunately, my blackberry and I have not yet developed a Bluetooth connection and I could not remotely tell it to SHUT THE HELL UP. Grumbling to myself, I rolled out of bed and tried to find my phone. Incidentally, it was under the blanket that had fallen off the foot of my bed during the night.

Finally blessed with silence again, I reset the alarm for 8, decided against it, and took up camp back in my blankets. The point of this post is this: Oftentimes I wake up in the morning, am fairly clear-headed and ready to get up and start my day. Against my better judgment, I reset my alarm clock, hit snooze or turn my alarm off altogether, inevitably resulting in sleeping far longer than I intended and waking up groggy and out of sorts.

The fact that I am drinking my first cup of coffee as I write this serves to underline this point. My plan for the day, however, is to be off to the gym to run 4 miles on the hamster wheel--I have nothing against Maryland winters, I'm just still hacking up a lung from the sinus infection winter so generously shared with me two weeks ago--and then to run a few errands before resuming my typical posture in front of my Mac to write again.

Resolution: Tomorrow I will be out of bed and functioning by 8:15AM...really...