This isn’t working.

I have to get up early for work, and my body still doesn’t quite understand this. “I thought we were still in grad school!” it whimpers, shivering. “Can’t we go back for five more minutes?”

“No!” yells my bank account.

Mornings are not pleasant around here. They require three to four alarm clocks, one annoyed roommate, two annoyed hamsters (who are just going to bed then) and one supremely annoyed Laurie. More so since I decided to cut back on caffeine, and I only drink two cups of extremely strong, fresh-ground coffee, as opposed to four.

I think the moment in the morning that I finally wake up is when I back into my roommate’s still-wet, ice cold shower puff. Coffee and B-vitamins are kind of an afterthought after that shock to my system.