Alarm clocks are also the devil. I was woken up this morning in the middle of one of the best dreams i’ve had in a while.
I was walking through my old high school.. and I remembered all of my old locker combinations. As crazy as that is, who remembers 4 combinations from 6 years ago?
But the worst part is, just as the shower scene in the girls locker room in my dream started getting good… BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP.
I need to buy an alarm that’s less like an air-raid siren, and more like a nice little melody that says “Jason, get up and I’ll make you breakfast.”
Now that would get me out of bed.