So the other morning I had my alarm clock set up for before 6am to go running. Then...I fell asleep. I was dreaming that I was late to pick Brandon up from school for 12.45. My car was having trouble with breaks so somebody was fixing it up for me (speaking Russian) while I got a voice massage from school (speaking English) that was monotonous and seemed endless when I was listening to it. Jimmy came to bed around that time and, my guess, I sort of awoke up and, still being groggy, thought that since I could not be in time to pick up Brandon for 12.45, I sure did not have enough time to go running at 6am. Apparently, I turned my alarm clock as well being half asleep (of half awake?). I never ran that morning.
Ohh, that power of sleep!
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