I have a condition. It's chronic lateness. Seriously. Is there a support group for this? I need help. It doesn't matter what time I go to bed. I can NOT get up on time.
In my sleepy stupor I manage to beat my alarm clock into submission. It stops attempting to wake me, after several attempts on it's little electronic life, and I sweetly drift back into dream land.
This morning Johnny Depp and I were painting a house together. Sort of watching the paint dry, drinking lemonade and listening to Bob Dylan. I know. Sexy dreamer, right? I blame these strangely unsteamy dreams on articles I've read recently. Something about Mr. Depp and a short film on "Watching Paint Dry".
Then Bob, our silky rooster started crowing his head off. He is of course not within reach to clobber. So, I have no choice but to let Johnny watch the paint dry alone.
I was late as usual this fine day, but my coworkers were later! So, my lateness goes unnoticed. Glee!