The body says no

Have you ever have one of those days where despite the fact that your alarm was set your body just said, "Fuck you mind I'm not waking up no matter what happens. Unless I gotta save my ass in a fire I'm staying asleep."? Now I don't mean you roll over and hit snooze a few times, I mean flat out the alarm goes off and you open your eyes two hours later wondering why the fuck you feel so rested. Well before today I certainly never. Okay it would happen when I'd pushed my body past any sort of sleep depravation extreme I could think of, when I'd been up so egregiously late for days on end that my body would just shut down. I'm talking about the fight night back after a Canadian University Press National Conference. But yeah my body decided that it didn't want to sell cell phones today and just slept through the alarm. I woke up at 9:58 am, when I was supposed to be at work at 10:00 am.

The worst part is I was ready fast after realizing how I'd been betrayed, but then as I went to get my pants I realized I'd thrown them in the washing machine before going to bed last night with the intention of throwing them in the dryer when I woke up. So now I can either wear sopping wet pants, or wait at least twenty minutes for them to finish. Since I'm blogging this now can you guess which I did?