I'm awake...what more do you want?

As I lay in my bed, enjoying the sugar plums dancing in my head, I am rudely interrupted by a sudden loud ringing noise.  It resembles a phone ringing but the sound is all too familiar to me, it's the sound of my alarm going off.  Surely it can't be this early already.  I feel like I just fell asleep, there is no way it's 8 o'clock in the morning already.  I roll over to turn off the alarm and glance at the clock on the microwave, just to make sure my alarm wasn't wrong, secretly hoping it was.  Sure enough it read 8 a.m.  Darn it, this means I have to get up.  I very carefully and somewhat magically climb down from my lofted bed and take one last look at the clock to make sure I hadn't read it incorrectly.  Nope, it's 8:02 now.  I scrounge around in the dark to find my keys and ID, very quietly as to not awaken my much more fortunate roommate who has the privilege of being asleep still.  I find them and unlock and open the door, only to be greeted by a much too bright fluorescent light.  I begin my trek down the long hallway to the bathroom to begin my day, at 8:05 in the morning.