Day 30

My alarm clock has a very bright light for the snooze button. Really bright. Bright enough that I can almost read with no lights on.

I've had this alarm clock since 2001, and that light, that freaking light has irritated me since the first time I plugged it in. Don't ask me why I haven't just switched alarm clocks. I've bought two since this one, but only because I moved twice and couldn't figure out where I packed it, and I needed an alarm clock for the next day. As soon as I find this, I always switch back. It's not like it's fancy or anything; I think I spent somewhere between $10 and $20.

I usually keep something on top of the button. In high school, I used silly putty. In college, I made something less disgusting out of Play-Doh (the Silly Putty attracted bugs, although it did discourage using the snooze button), but I dropped it and it shattered a few years ago.

So for two years or so, I've had this ridiculous bright light keeping me up at night. Sometimes, I'll wear a sleeping mask, but this light...Jesus, you need to come over sometime and you will make fun of me, wondering why I didn't just throw the clock the hell away years ago. Do you know how long I've had this? This is a pre-9/11 alarm clock. I mean, I've had this since the time when people still like George W. Bush.

Something else you should know is that I sleepwalk. It's not funny. I cannot stress that enough because people seem to think it's amusing. While asleep, I've done strange things. I've showered, gotten fully dressed, and gone back to sleep. I've done the dishes. Occasionally, I'll get up and have conversations with Gabe, and according to him, I'm really honest when I'm asleep.

Last night, I found electrical tape and covered the light on the alarm clock. I didn't even know we had electrical tape in the house. I have no idea how long I searched for it last night, or why I didn't use the duct tape that was sitting less than a foot from the clock.