zzz

[plonq]

My alarm clock didn't go off this morning.  I think.  That is, it should have gone off this morning but when atara checked on me 40 minutes after it should have rung, I was still comatose.

I know that I set my alarm last night.  I was extra vigilant about it because I'd forgotten to set it the night before.  atara saw me set the alarm because I made a show of it.  I even double-checked after setting it to make sure that the switch was in the "on" position before I shut off the light.

When she woke me this morning I checked, and it was clearly in the "off" position.  It's not like I could have just bumped the switch in the night, because it's on the bottom of the clock and slightly recessed, so I have to lift the clock and flick the switch.  In retrospect I'm pretty sure that I set my clock on Sunday night too.

Either I'm losing it, or I'm turning off my alarm clock in my sleep (though the two are not mutually exclusive).

An added, surreal twist was the dream I was having just before she woke me this morning.  It started off with us playing a strange melange of golf/mini-golf with some friends - that is, you had to drive the ball up the fairway, but the greens were set up like mini-golf, with bumpers and windmills and the works.  I don't know how the transition went, but from there I somehow ended up in the kitchen helping my in-laws cook dinner.  I don't know what they were preparing.  It smelled good, but it looked like it belonged in the gallery of regrettable foods.

This stuff could be best described as beef stroganoff soup.  My mom-in-law had just finished glorping some from a huge pot into a fair-sized glass serving bowl, while my dad-in-law was mixing up some cornstarch and water to thicken it.  While he mixed it up, he was grousing about how he didn't like corn starch (couldn't stand the texture).  He was pouring the mixture into the already-brimming bowl that I was carefully stirring as it thickened.  It was just taking on an interesting mucilage-like texture when atara woke me.

I should thank her for sparing me from actually having to eat this stuff.  It smelled okay, but think of noodles and ground beef in a pudding-like gravy and you've got a general idea of what we were mixing up.  Nasty.

Comments

[furahi.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can see what you mean about tags that don't quite make sense ;)

[leopanthera.livejournal.com]

Your tags remind me of certain spam e-mails with bizarre filter-confusing text at the end.

Meadow hub-cap orange tennis.

[anthony-lion.livejournal.com]

Have you considered more than one clock?

I use both a normal alarm-clock, and a Radio alarm-clock, set to activate at slightly different times.

There's also a clock available with a small jigsaw puzzleon the top. When it begins to ring it ejects the four pieces, and it won't stop again until you've retrieved the pieces and placed them in their correct positions...

[elfasi.livejournal.com]

Oh I'm terrible for that, I'll quite happily and easily turn my alarm off practically in my sleep, and have no recollection of it later. I cannot have my alarm clock within reach now, it's just too dangerous, has to be somewhere where I have to get out of bed to reach it.