My subconscious seems to be actively trying to thwart me. This morning, I awoke to birdsong, and an overlight sky. First words of the day: "you’ve gotta be shittin’ me…" I looked over my shoulder at the alarm clock, to see what time it was. Blank. Odd; did we have a power outage during the night?…Crap, crap, crap, I have work! So I jump out of bed, run out the door, and into the kitchen to see what time the ol’ clock says. 6:45. Damnit all.
I’m normally up at 6:00 a.m. 6:45 is when I have to leave to catch the first bus that arrives early (though usually I take the later bus)…But more importantly, I had intended to leave at that time to run to work and arrive in time. So what happened to my alarm clock? Closer inspection revealed that the cord had been removed from the wall plug. Seems my subconscious is putting up a fight! Sleep-apathy?