So here’s the scoop. I hate that during the weeknights, I wake up a few times between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m., thinking it’s time to get up. Each time I’ll fall back asleep, only in a really horrible and uncomfortable position. And I know I’m doing it. I fucking know it. But I don’t do anything about it because I’m too tired. Then I’ll wake up 15 minutes later with a dead arm or neck cramps and think, “I should really move and sleep on my back” but do I? Of course not. It doesn’t help things that the dog is a bed hog and always depriving me of valuable sheet and comforter real estate.

I end up waking when the alarm goes at 5:20 a.m., only to snooze it for ten more minutes and then manually set the alarm to 5:40 after that. By that time Willi is ready for her walk and poking her snout in my face to wake me. On the odd occasion she just sits there in front of me, ears down, waiting for me to get out of bed.

I hate waking up so early.

Thanks a lot, world.

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