I'd say I've been awake for nearly two hours this morning. In and out of consciousness. Dealing with bizarre dreams that involve Godspell scores and brushing my teeth.
It's only 11:00am, on a (hopefully sunny) sunday morning, and I am somehow awake and ready for the day.
What's wrong with this picture?
from the eyes of a girl who wakes up at 9 30 without fail on weekends, that seems about right to me.