Mornings

Last night I made a very sincere effort to try and get what my phone reminded me was 6 hours and 42 minutes of sleep (time until my alarm wakes me up).

Now because I am have no real alarm clock, my phone is my alarm clock.  Many thank yous to the android system.  But because my phone charger is a literally a piece of shit (crapped out by some shitty (pun intended) robot no doubt) I have to connect my phone to my computer via a USB port.

What I'm getting at is, I keep my computer on at night while I sleep.

I dislike having light in my face when I sleep and lack the capacity or motivation to find a way to close the computer and still be able to charge my phone.  This is going to be a long post, I can tell you that now.

So, I devised a way to not only block light from my screen but also to help me get ready quicker in the morning.  In retrospect, there are more efficient ways to block light, but they don't make me laugh out loud to myself, alone.

I grabbed the shirt I would be wearing today, and put it over my computer.  This was immediately funny.  As it looked like my laptop had places to be, and it was 2:00 AM so that notion was absurd.  This I am pretty sure is a brilliant idea and I copyright it.  Just now.

So after waking up at 6:30 and falling asleep slightly before then I received an estimated 2 hours 21 minutes of sleep last night and greeted my computer this morning with a "Oh, lovely shirt you have on there Mr. Lappy.  Mind if I borrow it?  Of course not!  You're too kind."  I was alone, but after 2 hours of sleep and having an extremely long day ahead of you, nothing really matters.

My mind wandered to days when I need a suit coat, tie, and button up shirt for the day, and I will take a picture of how sharp and business ready Mr. Lappy looks on those days.  I would imagine he would look like a million bucks.  Yeah, my laptop is male.

Proceeding laughing at myself I decided to go to school as such was my prerogative for the day.  As a side note, listening to Drum and Bass music while driving will get me a speeding ticket, it's just a matter of time now.

After a lovely introduction in class today that went as follows "Hey everyone, My name is [x], I'm glad to be hear, I'm feeling a little bit congested though, so if you hear sniffling a lot, direct your glares to me.  And not my table partner Brian."  Brian had just introduced himself and doesn't seem to care for me much for whatever reason.

Then our instructor instructed (ha) us to right any questions we had for her and she would read them to the class in a sort of 'I get to talk about myself, getting to know you' exercise.  Me being me, my questions were as follows:

• "How aaaaare you?"
• "Do you have a favorite food, if so what is it?"
• "Do you have a favorite drink, if so what is it?"
• "Do you concern yourself with humanities seemingly changing ethical codes?"
• "Do you have a favorite place to eat hamburger?"

I think the 2 hours of sleep weren't helping, but everyone laughed really hard at the first question which made me smile.

Oh well, now I get to go to work and try to sell things with my brain being tired.  I'm not going to correct any of the glaring grammatical errors, because I am actually tired and this is literary honesty.