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gwendraith was asking about my magical sunrise alarm clock...
Here it is, and here is what I wrote about it on FB earlier:
Today I have mostly been learning the hard way that this device was worth every penny I paid for it. Compare and contrast: waking up with it, even after an evening of wine and hilarity with church, brothers, ex-work, etc, at 6am, and being, if not exactly bidding Phoebus arise, functional and cheerful; waking up without it, having switched the light off at 10.30pm the previous night, at 6.25am, and feeling all day as if my eyelids are made of sandpaper.
Granted, sharing a bed for the first time since Christmas probably didn't help, and nor did the nightmare about the Cybermen, and my brain is still a bit wibbly after Friday (convinced that nobody likes me, just because there is no wine and hilarity this week - until Saturday, anyway - and believe me, recognising this as a sign of brainwibbling is in itself massive progress), but even so, the difference is really quite spectacular.
(And I am no longer feeling like a social disaster, having received an invitation to a party at Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens. La, sir!)
Today I have mostly been learning the hard way that this device was worth every penny I paid for it. Compare and contrast: waking up with it, even after an evening of wine and hilarity with church, brothers, ex-work, etc, at 6am, and being, if not exactly bidding Phoebus arise, functional and cheerful; waking up without it, having switched the light off at 10.30pm the previous night, at 6.25am, and feeling all day as if my eyelids are made of sandpaper.
Granted, sharing a bed for the first time since Christmas probably didn't help, and nor did the nightmare about the Cybermen, and my brain is still a bit wibbly after Friday (convinced that nobody likes me, just because there is no wine and hilarity this week - until Saturday, anyway - and believe me, recognising this as a sign of brainwibbling is in itself massive progress), but even so, the difference is really quite spectacular.
(And I am no longer feeling like a social disaster, having received an invitation to a party at Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens. La, sir!)