Gwa? Wibble. 0_o*

And that's about where my brian is at this morning. Elaine and I, both being evening people by nature, generally have a hard time getting to bed on time to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for when we have to get up for work and this week we've been especially bad. So I would have been tired today under ordinary circumstances.

At slightly before 4:00 a.m. the fire alarm in the hall decided it was time for a new battery. BEEP! I heard the cuckoo clock strike four shortly after the beep. It didn't wake Elaine up so, I my utterly groggy state I decided I could sleep through it as well. BEEP! Ugh. O.K. I should get up an pull the battery out, but then I'd have to get the step-ladder out and that all seems like way to much to do at 4:00 a.m. — I can sleep through this. BEEP! O.K. F^%$ maybe I can't. Muhhhhh. Soooooo tiiiiiired. Cuckoo! BEEP! Crap. I've been (mostly) awake for half an hour. I really must do something about this. Up I get. Out comes the step-ladder. Down comes the alarm. Back to bed. Mrrr? _Jazz_ now thinks it's time to get up and have his saucer of catmilk. *glares at cat* Mrrr? "Shut up, Jazz." Mwaaaar! Now Tharsis thinks it's time to get his minouche. MwaaAAAAâââaar! "Damn it, Tharsis, it's not time to get up yet. Go away." Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! OH, yay! Now it's 5 a.m. How thrilled about that am I? Tharsis and Jazz decide crawling on me will help. Cuckoo! 5:30. I don't remember the clock striking six so I must have managed to fall back to sleep sometime between 5:30 and 6:00. "....lows of minus one. And in the lower mainland scattered showers with highs of plus seven and lows of plus one. Welcome back to 'Music and Company.' I'm Tom Allen and it's 6:18, twelve to the hour in Newfoundland," proclaims the clock-radio. Time to get up. Or try to anyway. X_x Gwa. Wibble. 0_o* muh.