Lazy Sunday?
Have you ever been woken by the sound of someone rummaging through the stuff in your bedroom at 6:15 on a Sunday morning? In the split second I realized something was going on, I tried to remember what the hell I was up to Saturday night, whether I locked my door, or set the alarm. Next second was spent figuring out what object within reach of the bed I could use as a weapon. I lunged for the desk lamp, and saw that there was no one else in the room. What the fuck? I still hear the sound, though. Fuck, I got mice. Then, out from behind the bookcase comes a monster palmetto bug, heading straight for me. Wrong move, asshole. Fucker buzzes his wings and makes his play, but he’s no match for me and my Adidas (and thankfully he didn’t make much of a mess on the carpet). Cleanup done, back to bed. Only that initial split second when I woke up has me so pumped on adrenaline, there’s no more sleep for me this morning. Only four and a half hours to World Cup kickoff. Awesome.

Seriously, does this stupid shit happen to anyone else?
- posted by Liebs @ 9:34 PM