Sometimes It Hurts To Get Up In The Morning.

It is 7 am. I am awake. I shouldn't be awake. I should be in my nice warm bed, all snuggly and warm and dreaming of nice things that are completely unrelated to work. Instead, I'm sitting here freezing my balls off (heating isn't on at this time in the morning because we're all supposed to be in our nice warm snuggly beds) writing this to you. Sorry folks, as fun as this is, I'd rather be in my bed.

So, why am I awake at this time, rather than dreaming of lovely things? It's because, about an hour ago, I awoke with an all consuming fear that my alarm clock on my phone was going to hurt me. Yes, that's right, physically harm me. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that the thing had been going off for a while and I was starting to fear it's wrath and so got out of bed. Oh no. I mean that before it even went off, my mind decided that somehow, today it was going to fly at me and hit me in the head, or something to that effect.

This scared me so much, I actually jumped out of my bed and ran out of the room. I was even considering going to my flatmate's room hammering on the door and telling them of the evils of my phone. However, I decided this was a little inconciderate (how can I decide things like that and yet still consider my phone to be malicious?)* and settled for hiding in the utility room for five minutes before warily returning to bed and scowling at my phone for a little while.

Slowly the realisation dawned on me that the innocent little thing probably wasn't going to try to beat me to death, what with it having little means of moving, let alone committing GBH (although the vibration setting could give you a pretty nasty tingle, I'm sure).

Sometimes, I think I may have bridged that gap between reality and fantasy...

Bobbikk

*As I was writing this blog, at this point, my alarm actually went off. You'll all be glad to know, it didn't hurt me.