For the first time in 7 months or so, I woke up late. Real late. Which is bad if you’re the breakfast chef. Which I am. So it was bad. Stuff is supposed to go out at 7am. I woke up and took a cursory glance at the window, slightly beaming with the morning light. Strange, since I’m accustomed to the darkness that is 4am. I throw myself up and check the phone. 6.50.

7. I’m entering a cab and telling the driver in a mangled voice that I’m heading to Manly on the double. I keep trying to ring work but no luck.

7.15. I get a missed call from my head chef.

7.25. I manage to get through to work and let them know what’s up.

7.30 I call the head chef back and receive a free aural cleaning.

7.35 Breakfast is already out, thanks to my “apprentice”. Thank god. No one got their food late. I’m still in the shit.

This lengthy, blow by blow rant is purely to tell you not to rely too much on technology or at least on a single source. What happened was my phone didn’t ring more or less. Bless the cab driver, who kept me feeling cool thanks to a conversation that ranged from Singapore (he picked up from my accent) to Thai food, Kings of Leon, soccer and the gem that I should get 2 alarms. Just in case.

So I did. The best that I could at least and I’ve just tested it out. Its not a physical one although I plan to kop one of those with the annoying bells. This one is the iTunes Alarm Clock. Still relying on tech that failed me perhaps but I also got a couple people to ring me just in case.

Hopefully, I should be waking up to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ Hysteric off their latest LP, It’s Blitz at the right time tomorrow.

Also, don’t stay up late making blog posts or doing random shit like flipping through cookbooks. You get tired like that. Oh crap. I think I just did it again.