This morning I kept hitting the snooze button. At one point I was dreaming that I was on the phone, with my boss, feeding him some bullshit ass lie about why I’m going to be late for work and that if I wasn’t there by noon then I’d just be in tomorrow morning. Yeah. I just got back from vacation, like that would really go over well, huh?

Woohoo! He feel for it. I was celebrating, well as much as you can celebrate in a dream, when BAM! I get a fucken charlie horse in my left calf!

I start breathing hard, flailing my arms, hit Mister across the chest, try to kick off the blankets fast enough so he can rub my calf. Poor guy, I totally ripped him out of his sleep with a fist flying across his chest. He jumped up, grabbed my leg and in his half sleep daze managed to rub the cramp out of my leg…then fell back into bed and began snoring again.

As soon as I was able to stand I looked at the clock and it was 6:08. Fuuuck. I’m going to be late to work after all!

Guess that was my conscience trying to get my attention, get me out of bed with a hellified GET UP BITCH! lol