Mornings Suck

For the past few weeks I have been falling asleep pretty early. Well . . . early for me. I'm the type of person who stays up till about 2 am, fully aware that I have to wake up in about 4 hours. So, I consider the fact that I go to bed around 11-12 as early.
Last night I relaxed on my bed, fully clothed, with my hair still up in bobby pins. I was texting this kid from UVU and waiting for the turquoise, glitter paint on my nails to dry. My roommate, however, went straight to bed. I don't like being an inconsiderate roommate, so I turned the lights out and my music off. I sat in the silent room, waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell the UVU guy goodnight so that I could get ready for bed. Pretty soon, however, my phone buzzed as I received a call from none other than my roommate's brother. He told me I was not allowed to go to sleep because he had finally made the dessert that I had won from a bet we made 2 weeks prior. I wasn't too happy. That meant I had to stay awake in regular clothes for another half hour. I didn't even want to eat the dessert anyway. I wanted to go to bed!
I tried my hardest, I really did, to stay awake. I kept up my texting conversation and played games on my phone in between texts. My eyes had other ideas. They began to droop with the weight of a small anvil and I couldn't stop it. I rolled over on to my stomach so that when my phone went off, my face would receive the shock from both the light and the vibration. Time dragged on as I waited for the text signaling that Jared was headed over. But, it never came. Around 20 minutes after I was supposed to have received my winnings, he texted me:

Hey it's going to take longer than I thought. Its a refrigeration thing so it will be good till tomorrow.

I was relieved and slightly P.O.ed. I could have been asleep right now, in PJs, with a clean face. I rolled over once more. I contemplated getting up to finally prepare for bed, but, I was just too comfortable and too tired. Surely, I could nap for maybe 5 minutes and then get ready? I fished my phone out of my sheets and set 2 alarms. One was for the morning, of course. I closed my eyes, fulling intending to tell the UVU guy goodnight in a few minutes.
My body jerked awake. I rolled over to find out the time and had to untangle myself in my phone charger cord. My cell phone had attached itself to my neck and I peeled it off to find a rectangle imprinted on my skin. I rushed to get ready in the 20 minutes I had allowed myself to get ready. My alarms did not go off. I was still fully dressed, with my hair tangled in it's 'do' from yesterday. I had one unanswered text at 12:09 am from the UVU guy, waiting for my reply. Oops.