All right, tonight I’ll be damned if I don’t go to bed at a reasonable hour.
By this afternoon I was so groggy that when I put Shake’N'Bake down for her daily nap, I said to heck with cleaning and ended up falling asleep for three hours. I then had some of the strangest during-the-day dreams. It was that kind of sleep where you wake up and swear it’s morning the next day and you’re late for something.
I confess, though, it wasn’t as bad as that one time where I fell asleep, woke up at 7:00 am, and the horror that comes with realizing you’re late for work descended upon me. ZING! I was out of bed and into my cammies–the ass chewings I was sure to receive personified themselves as a tiny caricature of Master Gunz dancing round and round my head. I had my left boot half way tied before I took one more look at the clock and noted the little dot indicating it was 7:03 pm.
It was then that I seriously considered switching the alarm clock on my nightstand to military time.
January 19th, 2008 at 5:10 pm
I’ve been there…but It was visions of Master Chief dancing in my head…he kept telling me…”Report to BM1…you are back in deck” *shiver*
January 21st, 2008 at 8:23 pm
Heheheh. I’ve only done that once. Or ten times…
One of the best I’ve seen was my youngest brother getting up one Sunday night, hitting the shower, getting his school uniform on, and staggering out to the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal.
‘Twas 9:30… we couldn’t figure out what the hell he was thinking…
January 22nd, 2008 at 10:34 am
Ha ha ha. We did that to my my roommate when I was living in the barracks. We worked nights and he asked us to wake him up to go to work. Well being drunk airmen at the time we figured it’d be funny to wake him up and tell him he was late for work. He didn’t talke to us for a while after that. Strange.