So I'm on my hotel bed right now. I'm traveling with the soccer team for the first time this weekend. We have two games on Penn State's campus so I'm out of commission for a while.
In the meantime, here is a poem my friend Mike wrote that I think embodies how most of us feel on a daily basis.
It watches me while I'm asleep,
Silent, never makes a peep;
Its electronic brain devised
A sinister design, disguised
By innocent and quiet slumber
Before the auditory thunder.
It finally launches the attack!
I curse it, lying on my back.
My perfect dreams have now been broken --
The six AM alarm has spoken!
I am not a morning person.