That doesn’t help
Last night I dreamed that Pepsi sponsored free wifi for all of Vancouver. When my alarm clocks started going off, in the dream they were just alerts from various devices to let me know that they were switching over from my home network to this awesome new Pepsi service. It took me an hour to wake up.
My dreams always try to change my alarm clock sounds into sounds that I should ignore. Especially on Saturday mornings. If Pepsi really did grant free wireless internet access to my entire city, I wouldn’t use it. Eh oh NO WAY MAN.
Despite every other living creature in this apartment being cozy with their snoozing, I am awake, drinking room-temperature chai and resisting the need to get ready for work within the next hour. Saturday morning is the hardest to wake up to, because I’m completely alone in my mission to get to work.
At least, I am until I get to work, but by then the mission is done and I’ve moved on to greater goals, like drinking tea and getting work done and counting down the minutes and hours.
In seven hours, it’ll be my weekend.
