The Cold Hard Facts of Life (and you thought Mrs. Garrett was tough!)
The noise outside from the diesel truck parked under your window plus that of the overachieving lawn boy with the mower and leaf blower across the street is directly proportionate to your predetermined desire to sleep in that particular morning.
It is okay to embrace your inner WT and have that hot pocket for lunch when you are way, way behind schedule and starving. *
Absolutely no one at work is interested in chatting in your space unless you have thirty different browsers open to various diaryland pages filled with questionably lewd pictures and foul language**
*it only sounds elitist, really.
**I don�t know how it happens, it there is one page out of a million with both and or/all � I will serendipitously find it, drawn like one of those darn tootin� water rods