Last night’s REM sleep was pure misery. I had dreams of tossing and turning and just staring at the clock. Yet I’m pretty confident that I was conked out the whole time. When the alarm clock went off I actually spoke aloud:
“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
Here “you” presumably refers to either my subconscious or my clock radio. And since clocks are pretty reliable, I blame my subconscious. Way to go Subconscious. Way to ruin 6 hours of potential bliss.
Thankfully, my mood immediately changed because Journey was playing on the radio.