Waking Up Hard

No, not with an erection you pervs! I mean waking up groggy and disoriented and you just can’t get moving.

You ever do that?

Well, I woke up that way today.

Most days, Miss Phoebekins wakes me up early by pawing at my curtains or meowing or licking my beard. Either that or I wake up on my own before my alarm.

But today my sleep was off and I was in the midst of some heavy REMs when the alarm busted in on me.

My dream involve a family reunion with dead relatives and everyone playing this bizarre hybrid version of cribbage and euker. Mostly I remember being frustrated by the game rules, because nobody would explain them to me.

But then my alarm went off and I just couldn’t get out of my fog. I’m still super groggy and feel like crap.

I’m hoping the coffee kicks in soon.

Anyone else ever wake up this way?


About cb

Nickname: Munt Measurements: 45 B, 34, 38(?) Ambition: to be the best human ever! Turn ons: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, porn, rainbows, cock Turn offs: bad smell face, men who are full of themselves, dead puppies, popcorn, sadness
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6 Responses to Waking Up Hard

  1. I would think the cribbage/euker combination is more of a NIGHTMARE than a dream. I feel your pain.

  2. anne marie in philly says:

    disappointed that this entry is NOT what I thought it should be… 😦

  3. every. single. day.

    but i too echo the above mentioned disappointment!

  4. Chip says:

    Great blog. Is there an easier way to get to the beginning besides scrolling, down-down-down ?

  5. Ben Duce says:

    Every day… this morning I got a get from the boss at 7am and promptly fell asleep and dreamt about work for another 30 minutes.

    Sleep is not my friend at the moment

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