Snooze

Lack of motivation sucks. I rolled home around 9:30 last night due to my motorcycle class I'm taking at DMACC. As I put the scoot away, I thought how nice it would be to ride my bike in this morning. I even told my wife I was planning on riding in. Fucking snooze button. I couldn't drag my sorry ass out of bed to do anything more than punch the button on top of the clock and shoot straight back to the sweet sheets. The snoozaholic wins again.

On the plus side, I have my choice of rides tonight. Tacos or Ritual? I'll probably hit tacos tonight as I need some time on the mountain bike. For some reason I decided to commit to my lunacy and will be riding the IMBCS race up in Boone this weekend. Granted, I'm whipping out my wuss card and only running the beginner race, but it should still be a good time.

Today is new computer day at work! I'm pretty stoked. I all ready installed my new 22" widescreen monitor on Monday. I'm thinking I need one of those rollin on 22's set of numbers you see on all the pimped out rides. Dude, I'm getting a Dell. Considering my current tower is roughly 5 years old, I can't wait to see how quick the new machine is. On top of that, it might actually have a functioning drive and a fan that doesn't sound like it's about to saw my case in half... But I digress, it's new computer day and I'm almost as stoked as new bike day.

Enjoy the day and maybe I'll see a few of you out riding tonight.

I'm a raging snoozaholic

I don't claim to be a morning person, but as life would dictate, I'm typically out of bed and moving before 7 bells. Actually, I'm typically doing whatever I've got planned for the day by 7 AM. Funny thing about this is while my morning ritual only takes 40-50 minutes including drive time, my alarm is set for 5 AM.

The clock used to be next to my head and that was just easy prey. When my snoozing time finally reached close to 2 hours I decided it was time to take drastic measures. I moved the damn clock to the far corner of the room on top of my dresser. I also turned it from sweet sounds of classic rock to the beep of death. I ensured that I'd have to drag my ass off the bed every ten minutes if I wanted to snooze. I figured this would be a surefire way to get me rolling in the mornings. I didn't realize how devilish the demons of snooze could be. I managed to just prolong the agony for the most part. Now was I not only having to hit snooze, but I was having to traipse my sometimes clothed, sometimes not (just had to get the visual in there for you) ass back and forth across a hardwood floor that is cool in the summer and downright cold in the winter.

So there you have it, confessions of a snoozaholic. Anyone else out there suffer from this malady? Anyone have a cure?