I'm terrible at waking up. I set two alarms and spend at least half an hour hitting the snooze button until the absolute last drip of sleep has been extracted from the warm cocoon of my morning bed. This is a pretty embarrassing habit to have when someone is sleeping over. It's terrible to share a bed with someone soft and warm and then hear the harsh blare of talk radio coming from one side of the bed, and then the staccato jingle of my cell phone alarm from the other side a few minutes later. Variating between the two for twenty or thirty minutes, like some languorous cat trying to figure out the world's simplest Rube Goldberg contraption, has to leave a bad impression.
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