I was supposed to get up early today and go to the gym because I got home too late after work and the gym was closed/The Hills was on. As much as I needed to go for a run, I needed a shower more - and ultimately cleanliness won out in the end.
Because I'm lazy/have somewhat lax standards of hygiene, I only shower ever second day (usually right after I get back from the gym). My hair was a disgusting mess of product last night and it bothered me enough to do something about it. I watched The Hills and The Hills Aftershow (screw getting to bed early) and ended up falling into a fitful sleep filled with really non-sensical dreams about people I don't really know that well.
My alarm went off right on schedule, at 6:45 AM, and I got up and headed it the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and decided, quite wisely I think, that what I actually needed wasn't a quick 2K run but more sleep - and with that I climbed back into bed.