Every morning my first alarm goes off at 4:47 a.m. This alarm is set with no intention of actually waking me, but to simply continue making noise until I stir enough to quite my phone in a slumbered haze. The next alarm follows shortly at 5:00 a.m. and I have no idea what these first to alarms sound like. I only know I want nothing more than to destroy the existence of sound itself for a solid 15 to 20 minutes. At 5:15 a.m. a marimba begins to fill my room which usually doesn't last more than 20 seconds. It's obviously recorded by a midi keyboard, which is pretentious for "It is awful." The next series of alarms are what I like to consider my life choices alarms. They are set for 5:20 a.m., 5:24 a.m., 5:31 a.m. and 5:35 a.m. This means between 5:20 a.m. and 5:35 a.m. I reflect on every single horrible decision I have made in my short life that led me to getting up before 6:00 a..m. I like to keep things positive. Note that during this time one of my amazing roommates will continuously knock on the door to my room trying to get me out of bed. This doesn't help my "positive" reflection on life, however it does help me actually get up. Somewhere between 5:35 and 5:36 a.m. I'll finally roll out of my nest and stumble around getting dressed, brushing teeth, and completing all other morning activities. This can be achieved in about one minute and 47 seconds. It's an art form really. I arrive at work around 5:45 a.m., give or take a few minutes, at which time I may be moving around, speaking, and appearing to function but do not be fooled, I am still asleep.
I would guesstimate my mind doesn't actually "wake up" until caffeine a.m., which lands sometime between beginning and finishing a cup of nasty work provided slow boiled coffee. It tastes like liquefied conifer tree bark with a hint of spoiled mud. Caffeine a.m. is followed by a short panic attack, wondering how I achieved driving to work without any memory of doing so. Then is the rush of coffee induced energy, at which time I do everything I need to for my shift in roughly twenty to thirty minutes. And finally, the joy of my morning shift. A slippery slope of ethereal thoughts that move from one to the next with no control of my slightly delusional and sleep deprived mind.
Everything after that is really just a blur of normal and boring happenings.
Strikhedonia
