Today I have come to terms with the fact that I am now living in an environment that requires me to wake up fifteen minutes earlier. For most, this would be an easy, almost mundane task. For me, it is agony.
Still, while it will be almost impossible to drag my warm body out of the comfort of my ever so perfect bed to face the four degree weather (YES that is four...as in the number after three and WAY below the 70 it should be) I have found it even more impossible to risk what could happen if I hit that snooze button one more time.
My roomie was in an accident today (She's fine-not even scratch). Car skid on ice. Flipped over. And while I can't control ice patches on the road, I can control my otherwise non-defensive driving tactics of drinking my coffee, eating my Pop Tart, and putting on mascara, all while changing songs on my Ipod and swearing at the clock that I continually check because I am running late again. Did I mention I accomplish this while driving? In Boston no less, the city where the Frommer's Guide instructs you that it is better to risk death as a pedestrian crossing Comm Ave than face driving in the city that apparently has amnesty from road regulations.
So for me, it is lesson learned. And not the hard way. My mom was wrong...I don't always have to touch the stove to make sure it really is hot. I just have to be near enough to feel the heat and experience the fear.
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Holy crap,
That was the funniest thing I have read in a long time. I'm glad your learning to get up on time and to stop running late all the time, and i'll totally be impressed if it really works. I love you to bits,
Joe
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