I usually start my day by being gently nudged into consciousness by some lovely classical music (Rachmaninov, of course.)
Today was not a usual day.
My alarm went off at its usual time, and I turned it down so I could sleep longer, like I usually do. This is where the usual-ness ends. I was torn from sleep at 6:30 this morning by a combination of my cat incessantly whining at my door and Adam Lambert screaming at my from my sisters' bedroom ("IF I HAD YOU, THAT WOULD BE THE ONLY THING I'D EVER NEED!" Sorry, Adam Lambert, I'm just not that in to you. Plus, I'm sleepy.)
I do not usually get up at 6:30 A.M. This is not good for me. I spent the next half hour trying to get back to sleep, but I only succeeded in giving myself some bizarre waking dreams. I also think that the scary Voldemort toy salesmen who held me captive in his basement in my dream yesterday was in my dream last night, which only makes things worse.