Wake Up

Not even waking up to a "hey there johnny" from the Mrs. can salvage a mourning, it's always a pain waking up. Perhaps the only smooth wake up would be to the smell of french toast, sausage, and other various breakfast favorites delivered directly to you with the aid of a self-inclining bed.

So what does working 10-7 instead of 7-4 mean? You could ask Sean, or you can just believe me when I say it's pretty lame. Speaking of Sean, I wonder if he's been thinking of a feast for tonight...