Monday Mornings Should Be Banned.

I stayed up too late last night.

I was putting away laundry and making a running playlist for my iPod.

But then I when my alarm went off - barely more than six hours after I'd kicked Bennet off my pillow and crawled into bed - I hit the snooze and rolled over.

About five times.

Then I just re-set the alarm for another half an hour of uninterrupted sleep.

I should have just gotten up.

I'm tired. And getting in later than I'd intended. Which means I'll get out later. Which means I may have to fight little old ladies for the treadmill at the rec center tonight.

Oh, and I will fight.