Oversleeping

I used to be one of those people who could always make it to work, school, weddings, the dentist, and even the proctologist (oh the fear, oh the misdiagnosis, oh the no reason for going) on time. Now, as I have gotten longer in the tooth, I have lost that ability. A coworker (or bastard) reminded me today that I have not been at work before eight AM in months, less the one time I came in at two in the morning. I blame Ireland and their craptastic time zone for that one. Anyway, I kind of got defensive and said,

"Uh, I was here yesterday at half-seven so there!"

though I think I came in at ten after eight. Soooo lame. Anyway, one might think that I go to sleep too late. I don't. One might think I am avoiding work. As much as I would like too I am not. Damn foolish work ethic. One might think that my beautiful late sleeper is influencing me but she is not. You know what I think? I THINK IT IS THE UBER-COMFORTABLE, SUPER ADDICTIVE, IF IT WERE POWDER IT WOULD BE ILLEGAL, BED WE SLEEP ON! THAT’S WHAT! I may have to sleep on the floor to make my seven AM “embedded video” meeting tomorrow. Why do the fates hate me so?