The transition from sleep to wakefulness is always rough for me. When I initially jolt into semi-consciousness, the person that I am is startling. I lash out whatever dared to try dragging me out of the world of the living dead. Only an inanimate alarm clock can stand up to the lava that spews out of my mouth. Sadly, it can be slapped into silence easily, a slam on the snooze or enough motor control to frustratingly shut the damn thing off for good. This monstrously hedonistic me cares zip for missed prayers, missed classes, and missed opportunities.
Waking up at 11 am today after snoozing through immuno, neuro, AND neuro lab, I dragged my feet out of bed. I turned on the stove and then got to work quickly chopping up a tomato to make an omelette. After a few seconds, I glanced over at the stove and realized I had turned the wrong burner on. The burner I had turned on in error, burning bright evil florescent hues of orange and red, held a glass pot lid, kidnapped. The lid looked like it wanted to scream 'WHAT THE *%$!!!" but was in a state of shock. I hurriedly grabbed the lid with a towel and placed it on a portion of the stove that was not ON. The glass lid sat unmoving for a brief indecisive second before shattering under the torture of what it just experienced. Shards of glass sprinkled the stove, reflecting sunlight mixed with my inability to ever become a housewife. Thank God for medical school.
It seems that life is so unfair, but then you look at the children in Africa, and everything seems OK.
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