Rebel

My boss called me last night and asked, ever so nicely, if I would please, oh PLEASE, oh pretty please (but don't if you can't because that's okay too) switch my work hours around so I do afternoons instead of mornings. And because I'm a team player and a generally all around fantastic person I thought:

Hmmmm.... I could sleep in!

But I would have to park farther away

And there's rush hour traffic and the freeway is being worked on

And I hate that kind of stuff

Which is why I arrange to be at work at such a ridiculously early hour

But I could sleep in!

So I agreed. Then I spent the rest of the evening going na-na-na-na-na-na to the Children and pointing out that I! Could! Sleep! In!

Of course this morning I was awake at the usual time anyway BUT I didn't get up (which is the main point) and IF it was possible to have fallen back to sleep I could have!

I can also stay up late if I want to, and I can eat breakfast in my pajamas and not even take a shower until, like 8! I have a sudden urge to dye my hair magenta and paint my room black.

Excuse me. I need to crank the volume on my Depeche Mode. It's time to party like it's 1986.