11 PM Curfew

Okay, so I was SO tired of having fights with Ms. Alarm every morning. She use to yell at me AND tell lies... For some reason, she wanted me to believe that it was 7:30am when it was really ONLY 7. Oh, but I got hip to her game, so I started hitting her in the head until she shut the hell up! BUT she never learned her lesson because she would start yelling again 8 or 9 minutes later. So, I fixed her... In fact, she was fired and replaced with the soothing sounds of this guy named Talk Radio. He didn't yell one bit so I never needed to hit him upside the head. In fact, he just so happened to be so good that he worked his way right into my dreams. In fact, he talked so damn much that he forgot to tell me the time AND on many occasions he never accomplished the task at hand. I hate to inform you, but he was fired too.

So now I'm left with Me. Cause it turns out, Ms. Alarm and Mr. Talk Radio wouldn't bother me as much if I went to sleep at a decent hour. So, starting tonight I've given myself an 11pm curfew.

We'll see how it works out...