On weekday mornings, my routine is well considered and rehearsed. Currently, it begins with my alarm going off about an hour before I need to get up, mostly because it's January and it's still dark when I get up, and my brain will simply refuse to acknowledge any possibility that it isn't 2am with at least three more hours of Z's before I need to rise. Therefore, I spend that hour before I get up constantly pressing "snooze", which I know is a stupid idea but at the time, I'm usually so tired that I've got a better chance of working out the answer to the Middle Eastern Conflict than I have of figuring this fact out. Anyway, many people tend to read the papers at this time, as do I. However bearing in mind that it's 2012 and not 1972, "reading the papers" to me consists of checking Facebook, Twitter, Reddit and whatnot on my phone for about 10 minutes in bed. Finally, after the epic battle between the recognition that I need to actually get out of bed and the comfort of being toasty warm while in bed, I proceed to the shower in a manner that might convince any onlookers that the zombie invasion has begun. Only once copious amounts of tea have been ingested with so much sugar that I should be classed as a level 3 explosive do I start to resemble a human and I can get on with my day.
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