Kristin (wildangels) wrote, @ 2004-01-12 08:51:00

Current mood:	bitchy
Current music:	Independent Love Song by Scarlet

How I Loathe My Alarm Clock (Kasey)
The time was 7:29, I was snuggled comfortably in my warm bed, dreaming of a place where the existence of work and class are obsolete, when the numbers on my alarm clock rolled over; the cathedral bells began to chime in order to celebrate the arrival of 7:30. I have spent the past month in an alarm clock free world, and being thrust back into it just isn't settling well with me. My goal for this semester is to find an alternative way to wake up on time... I no longer want my punctuality to be controlled by the ever so evil alarm clock...

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