Snooze Button: This morning I set my alarm for 6:00 a.m. I’ve been trying to get up early and do some writing in the a.m. before leaving the house. I went to bed at a decent hour, had had plenty of sleep, should be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, right? Wrong. I hit the snooze button (it’s a 9 minute snooze) for something like the next 1.5 hours. “Just 9 more minutes…then I’ll get up.” I do this ALL THE TIME. But I can’t just set the alarm clock for a later hour, because even then I’ll have to snooze at least once or twice.
I am out of control. I might need an intervention. I’d sell my own mother for 9 more minutes (“Just 9 more minutes!”) of sleep.
Girl Scout Cookies: Thin Mints. Samoas. Do-Si-Dos. Watching for the signs of Girl Scouts entering your neighborhood - hoping to god you’ll be home the day that little pusher knocks on your door. Kissing your boss’ ass by ordering boxes from his little angel. Making each sleeve of cookies last as long as possible…“If I eat only one per day, then I’m good for the next…Waaaaaaaahhhhh!”
Crack Cocaine: Chris Rock described this as a substance so addictive that if the only way to ingest it was to shoot a gun and lick it off the bullet as it flew by we’d have junkies shooting their buddies in the head and then crying “Get up! Get up, man, you gotta do me!”
So, place your votes: Which is the most addictive?