Heroic Radzer

I made a pact with myself last night: no snoozing tomorrow morning. I'm emphatically not a morning person, and I'm utterly addicted to the snooze button. It has to stop.

So I taped a note to the alarm clock ("One solution - resolution", since you ask), and when the vicious little bastard went off at 7:45 I summoned every nanogram of self-discipline that I possess and turned it completely off. This I did, I want to make clear, despite the fact that in my dream I was just about to kiss someone gorgeous whom I had (with the help of a single, weak light source and lots of curly ribbons, if I remember rightly) convinced that I was a fairy princess and that therefore it wouldn't be infidelity. (I can usually go back and finish my dreams if I'm woken.)

niallm was, astonishingly, already awake, so there was a certain amount of getting back into bed and hugging and settling my cheek against his shoulder, and then the hazel tree in the corner of the room began to grow quickly, in spirals, and...

There is no hazel tree growing in the corner of my bedroom.

Despite all this, I actually got out of bed at 8:00, as a result of which I am feeling inordinately smug and heroic this morning.

Also half dead, but you can't have everything.