I woke up this morning, groggily hearing the dim beep of my alarm. I muttered under my breath, "Oh, great," then proceeded to roll out of bed, grab my comforter and wrap it around the offending object to muffle the incessant noise. Looking warily over my shoulder at my roommate, I pushed my alarm clock to the floor and swathed it in the entire blanket, then added my down coat for good measure.
After a moment, I blinked and thought, "Today is not Saturday."
Sheepishly, I unwrapped my clock, put my comforter back on my bed, and pressed the OFF button.
And then I wrote this post.