Every morning, the alarm rings at 4:45, and I blindly swat at it until it stops making sound. Repeat. Repeat again. Repeat again. When I finally can stand it no more, or I am forced to admit that time is not going to stop for me, I turn the alarm off completely and get out of bed. So why is it that on the weekend I wake up all on my own, wide awake and unable to fall back asleep if my life depended upon it? Despite having no interest in being awake at 5, or the 6:30 I am sometimes able to eke out, I am up and ready to start the day. Sigh.
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