Behind enemy linens

On 01.29.08, In Work, by Ben

I find myself waking up to the drone of the alarm clock, and like every other day, lean over and smack the top of it. I lay quietly, hoping I landed my blow on the snooze button like a soldier who just tossed a grenade and is waiting for the explosion. The silence reassures me [...]

I find myself waking up to the drone of the alarm clock, and like every other day, lean over and smack the top of it. I lay quietly, hoping I landed my blow on the snooze button like a soldier who just tossed a grenade and is waiting for the explosion. The silence reassures me that I indeed have hit my mark and can enjoy the approaching 9 minutes of glorious snooze dreaming. The buzz of enemy fire creeps up on me and I toss another grenade. This battle repeats for almost an hour until I convince my body with some nonsense thinking that I have to get to work on time and be productive today. Productive translating to not falling asleep at my desk and work loosely referring to my habit of checking news and design sites every 10 minutes, in between my snooze naps.