My mom always woke me up on her way to work in the morning, for like my entire life. But I'm almost done University so I've been testing out this whole 'being an adult' thing.
Despite putting my alarm clock at its highest volume and putting it as far across my room as I can, so far waking up and turning it off has just been seamlessly integrated into whatever dream I was having. Like an alarm in a military base or a car honking. Then I wake up at noon with no memory of turning it off at all.
Going to have to tape a few of those ****ers onto the ceiling I guess.
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