Like, seriously. I could go to sleep at three; I could get in bed before 10:30-- it doesn't matter. If I'm in a bed and it's light out and that alarm clock's blaring, I'm dreaming up ways to snooze just a few more minutes.
This doesn't serve me in my short-term goals-- you know, wake up in the morning, shower, get to work moderately on time. Life's harder for people like me.
So you'd think when I saw this alarm clock, my interest would be piqued. Well, it's not. Are you kidding me? Shred my money, what little of it I have, just because I need a few (or quite a few) more minutes of shut-eye? No, thank you.
If I haven't bought into the alarm clocks that fly across the room so you have to sleepily retrieve them, or the ones that require a puzzle be put together before they'll shut the hell up, I don't think I'm going to be inserting any crisp hundies into that wretched contraption.
What's five more minutes, anyway? Zzz...
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