1 day at a time

The greatest challenge is to pull yourself up from bed at 5am everyday. It's like the center of gravity hides under the matress. When the world is so calmy hushed and God dropped the celcius a couple of degrees, hiding under the sheets is the most evil temptation. The alarm clock is just a hoax. Its noise is so impotent to disturb or even motivate a reflex. So much so that I undergo the 5 stages of grief from 5-5:30am every morning. This must be called time management.
I thought I should borrow more time from the planet Mars.