Limit myself to no more than three sweet, sweet presses of the 'snooze' button

i dont like waking up, it stinks! but if i have to wake up i guess it’s better to just get up and out of bed quickly. bleh. sleep = bliss.

There isn’t a big selection of words that can be used to describe the feeling that arrives after pressing the snooze button. The feeling is a mixture of ecstasy, warmth, and dread. It’s a retreat into the womb for five to ten more minutes.

In fact, I have to seriously ask myself, why did I ever have this goal? What is wrong with feeling good for just a few moments? If the feeling could be bottled and sold it would be outlawed so quickly that the law enforcement profession would collectively get whiplash. Of course. That’s to be expected in a society such as ours, with puritanical roots and catholic hints of guilt.
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It is not enough to be busy, so are the ants. The question is, what are we busy about?
- Henry David Thoreau
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Tell ‘em, Hank. We’re all just ants with a bigger sense of purpose. I’m going to hit snooze four times tomorrow.

I personally suggest creating open sores on all your fingertips, and then spreading salt over the snooze button every night. Worked for me. God damn typing hurts…