The importance of not being idle.

My alarm went off at 10am. I hit snooze three times, felt a bit guilty at 10:15am and rolled out of bed... to hear the sound of some guys coming through the main flat door. Thankfully I'm not the very last door along the corridor, so while they knocked on S's yelling "maintenence!" I had a chance to dive for my dressing gown. Kind of glad I didn't go for my initial impulse at 10 to reset my alarm to half-past. It takes me a while to wake up; if I'd been asleep when they knocked, there's no way I'd have worked out who it was before they came in. Getting caught in bed by workmen is not fun.

So much work I should be doing. >_< I can't believe I had an entire week off out of sheer laziness. Argh.