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I'm the "five more minutes" sleeper. My alarm clock goes off every five minutes for about 30 minutes to three hours. After cursing in whatever language English turns into when I'm groggy and losing my phone in the folds of my sheets, I might get up. WARNING: It is still not safe to talk to me. The only safe way to interact with me is to either hand me one of the cats, a cup of coffee without speaking, or be my dog. I'm nice to my dog. After one or two cups, it's safe to say good morning, but don't be offended when I still can't do anything but grumble. It's nothing personal...I think. I don't really remember much before the coffee.
Before, during, or after my coffee, my day can go two ways and it's determined by one thing: baroque trumpet. Yes, baroque trumpet. If I hear any baroque trumpet before noon, my day is officially ruined. Officially. There's a form for it and everything. You might think this is a random thing to throw out there, but I promise it's not. Having a trumpet player for a dad can ruin your mornings. I love him, I do. However, when he practices before noon or plays recordings of baroque trumpet, I'll be in the worst mood all day.
Before, during, or after my coffee, my day can go two ways and it's determined by one thing: baroque trumpet. Yes, baroque trumpet. If I hear any baroque trumpet before noon, my day is officially ruined. Officially. There's a form for it and everything. You might think this is a random thing to throw out there, but I promise it's not. Having a trumpet player for a dad can ruin your mornings. I love him, I do. However, when he practices before noon or plays recordings of baroque trumpet, I'll be in the worst mood all day.