Internal wake-up calls

Because I work six days a week and therefore have to get up early six days a week the most dreadful thing has been happening to me. I've been waking up automatically on days off at 8am, as though my body is saying to me 'it's 8am! you're always up at this time! what's going on?' Now, I'm not saying I spring up out of bed at 8am. I don't think I've ever sprung out of bed in my life. I just mean at 8am, looking like a heavily sedated big foot I try to find my cell phone and discover the time is not 2pm like I thought. Then sometimes I go to the bathroom — with my eyes slightly closed so I don't wake up completely (thank god I'm not a boy), but not fully closed just to make sure I'm actually in the bathroom and not just dreaming about being in the bathroom, cause that could get ugly.

It's a terrible thing automatically waking up at 8am, and even though I immediately go back to sleep and, like today, wake up at 1:30, I still find it a bad habit. Although, I will say this: waking up at 8am on a Sunday and then realizing you can go back to sleep and sleep as long as you want is easily the most awesome realization in the world.

Oh god, and speaking of working a lot. Yesterday we had a bbq with all the people at work and my boss was talking about how it's important for people to keep their sex lives interesting and, fine, she was only doing it because one of my co-workers brought it up and she wanted all of us to think she was cool but, still....can I get a communal eeeeeeewwwwwww? Also, she kept mentioning her 'husband' and it's like sista, please, we all know you ain't married biatch. But other than that, she was actually kind of — dare I say this? — pleasant yesterday. Gasp. This, fortunately, does not mean I will stop putting a lot of effort into hating her.

- E