I Woke Up On The Wrong Side of The Alarm

I never understood that wrong side of the bed crap. But I woke up before my alarm and not after it, which is definitely the wrong side.

This is another one of those times where I wish I had a sound recording to pair with this.

I woke up to this buzzing sound. And by "woke up" I mean I went from a state of sleeping to that state where you're not really awake and not really asleep and your favorite word is "Uuunnnggggg."

So in the process of figuring out where the sound is coming from I check my alarm, no. Ceiling fan? (shut up, I told you I was out of it) no. Some annoying bug? Um, no, too angry. So then I look out my peephole (of the door to the apartment, nothing gross) and I see flashing lights. So I grab my keys and a robe and a pair of flipflops which I don't bother putting on because I don't think I have the coordination yet.

And then I stepped into the hallway. And thought that I was dying.

What is apparently the fire alarm is SO LOUD that I actually considered staying in my apartment. Burning to death isn't so bad, right? (Besides, it was a false alarm. Someone should be beaten about the head and face.)

But whatever, I went outside and came back in and I was so thrown off by it all that after I made my coffee I reached into the fridge and grabbed milk instead of the creamer and dumped a pretty big splash in and then I was like, Well that wasn't what I wanted to do, but I'm drinking it anyway because it is caffeine and I'm not supposed to be awake yet and that sound was intense enough that I think I now have a borderline migraine.

Really I only wrote this so I could whine about my coffee mistake. It just doesn't make a very good story on its own.