Could someone please explain why, when I know I am in the position of being able to marinate in a gloriously decadent sleep in, my brain goes BING! at 6 a.m, explodes into action and wants to play? Especially when the day before I practically had to call the police to come and haul me out of bed by 7.30 a.m?
Sometimes I find myself so incredibly irritating to live with.
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