Waking up to the realization that you slept as close to possible to sleeping on your face you could manage means the wierdest bed-hair ever, with no hopes of fixing it.
It also means big pillow lines on your face, but they at least fade.
I've gotten overly fond of the snooze button. It's going to really mess me up one of these days when I just keep pounding it and end up really damned late for work. Of course, the last time (first time ever) I was late, no one even noticed.

Which in a way was dissapointing. I mean.. it was the first time I'd EVER been late to work. Not that I was laborouring under the assumption that they were huddled around in the mornings waiting for my glorious entrance, but you manage to call in only once when you're *honestly* ill, never skip out early, never show up late you sort of want someone to notice that.
Them not noticing I was late means they didn't notice I'd never been late before.
So I'm a lil more 'fuck it' lately. heh.