So, I was going to wake up at five and get started writing. Strangely, it didn't happen. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I put the alarm clock in the perfect place where my hand, acting apart from my logical brain, lazily reached over and put a stop to its lamentations. Seriously, why, why, why, do we do that? It's as if the hand wants sleep more than the rest of our body does. Last time I checked, my hand doesn't yawn, have to keep its eyes open, or go jogging.

Anybody have an answer to that one?