Confused

I was hopelessly confused when my alarm went off this morning, that deep confusion that results from being jerked out of a very deep sleep (and very bizarre dreams) and immediately thrust into waking, being asked to react to a blaring alarm clock. It seemed to be minutes before I clued in. Right. Work. Hit snooze. Nine minutes. But I was wide awake, unable to return to sleep. Probably better that way, I sat for nine minutes and wondered what I would wear.

My tea tastes funny, and it seems that I can't remember the last time a cup tasted normal. I would switch to coffee but the time and effort it takes to make coffee is prohibitive. I blame my kettle breaking, forcing me to switch to a metallic monster that ends up with metal-y flakes at the bottom. Oh I worry about being poisoned. So today I used a pot to heat my water, resulting in another funny taste. Different from the first, but still funny. That kettle served me so well, for so long, I guess it was its time. But now I'm reduced to funny-tasting tea, when all I want is normal, delicious, wake-me-up kind of tea. Bah.

Its early and I ramble. Given at 8:30 I have to start The Longest Day: Work, coffee, school, school until nine tonight, when I will stumble home and collapse into bed. The Longest Day is something I chose, and usually find quite distracting. But at 8:00 when my alarm explodes I can do nothing more than stare blankly at the numbers, wondering why on earth I've been interrupted.