I have has discovered a human-made device more fiendish than spam, DDT, and nuclear weapons – the snooze button. A curse it is, for it offers false hope. The promise of tranquility is but a a mere mirage masking a scorching desert of regret as I am both deprived of sleep AND nearly late for work. How is that possible? Damn you, snooze button, you’ve sentanced me to a strange limbo between comfort and high anxiety. You have me coming and going. Yet every morning, like some drug, I need to push you. Damn you to hell!!!
