17.47pm
Thursday
9 March 2006

People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they'll have good voice boxes in case there's ever anything really meaningful to say.

—Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Breakfast of Champions

I just read over the last few weeks of things I've written here and was more inclined to delete entries than I have been before. Because they were/are DRIVEL. See above note from Kurt, which also applies to me and my "writing" skills.

[insert segue here]. I've been struggling mightily as of late about the virtuousness (virtuousity?) of the snooze button. Some people declare it as their bane, but from what I can tell, it is rather widely accepted as a helpful tool in which to ease you from your slumber. But 1) it doesn't ease me! It causes me the overt pain of the alarm over and over and over, while renewing each time my addiction, as I get to go back to sleep, over and over and over and think it delicious each time and 2) it has simply gotten out of control with some people. Waking up every 9 minutes for an hour and a half? Not productive use of your sleep hours, little automatons! I had a CD player (my first CD player of my own, in fact, which I got for the Sweet Sixteen, along with Alanis) which had an alarm that very... very... gradually turned the volume of my favorite CDs from silent up and up and up until I got out of bed and turned it off. It was ideal, and I cannot believe that the more deluxe clock radio people have not snatched this feature as their own.

I might just need one of those murphy beds that slams you into the wall if I ever hope to get to work early, though.

3) Why in the name of all that is holy all snooze alarms are nine minutes long (except Sammy's, which is seven).

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