I overslept this morning. Slept right through both alarms (because it takes at least two of them to wake me ... perhaps I should consider adding a third). I got to work an hour late and when I walked by my supervisor, she said she wished she could've slept in this morning too.

Slept in? I don't know, I don't really think of oversleeping and sleeping in as the same thing. Sleeping in is when I sleep secure in the knowledge that I don't have anywhere to be and wake up gradually of my own accord (or because my cat's biting my toes because she's hungry and wants me to get my ass out of bed and feed her, whichever comes first), then lay there for another 20 minutes or so, just because I can.

That's nothing like what happened this morning, when it finally sunk in that the droning, screeching noises I was hearing were not coming from the police cars in my dream, and I opened my eyes and looked for the source of the offending sound, saw the time, said to myself "oh, shit!" as I jumped out of bed, then ran around in a panick like that bear from that old Disney cartoon where the park ranger forced the bears to clean up all the trash in the park before he'd give them anything to eat -- that cartoon was sadistic and sad -- trying to decide whether I could actually get around in 10 minutes and make it to work on time, or if I should just call and say I'd be late. That's not exactly the most easy-going way to start your morning, let alone your work week.

So I called, then got around in my usual manner, and made it to work with only an hour to make up for this evening (which is no problem because I always hang out here for an hour after work waiting for traffic to ease up, anyway). It's all good.

I'm having a blueberry bagel, with blueberry flavored cream cheese, which looks like, tastes like, smells like, and has the exact consistency of blueberry yogurt, which is actually kind of gross. I think from now on I'll forego the flavored cream cheese.