Catholic Ragemonkey

Waterloo!

Well, I think that I have reached a whole new low in the ongoing battle with my alarm clock. (By the way, any typos in this post are to be blamed on the fact that I don't have my glasses on. I am typing by feel and blur.) My alarm went off at the usual time and I reached out to snap on the bedside lamp. I reached out and I could feel a long stem-like feature but couldn't find the switch for the lamp. Upon reflection, that's not surprising. What I had my hand on was not the lamp; it was my container from Sonic Drive-In last night. No matter how perky a Diet Coke with Lime makes you feel it won't light up your bedroom. So, consider me defeated by a stryofoam cup.