bowman steam locomotives

My day like a website copywriter starts at 5:10 a.m. when my alarm automatically plays lively gospel music to inform me it's time to get started. I suppose I don't have to get up so early but my mental abilities are the most productive each morning and so the earlier I get started, the more good hours I have. The snooze feature is my mother by smacking the button maybe once or twice, it lulls me in to a false a sense security, making me think I'll buy one more second of quality sleep. The woodwind section will glare in the drummers. The brass section sticks their noses up at them. And then they emerge about the field one day minus the drum line and you know what? No one can march for the life of them. No one can keep their steps. Lines are squiggling forward and backward. Formations which are once crisp and defined have become sluggish and bloated looking. That perfectly formed capital 'O' this rock band worked so difficult on a week ago now resembles a half-hearted 'U'. What is wrong with everybody?