Someone needs to come over and dress me in the morning

I've never been much of a morning person, but I've settled into a horrendous routine.

7:30am: Alarm. Try to figure out if it's a hairwashing day or not. If not, hit snooze. If it is, decide I can skip the styling. Hit snooze.
7:39am: Alarm. Decide I don't really need to wear makeup. Hit snooze.
7:48am: Alarm. Decide I will not wear anything that needs to be ironed. Hit snooze.
7:57am: Alarm. Decide I've come this far, might as well just sleep until 8:00 or so. Hit snooze.
8:06am: Alarm. Yell "fuck!" and get out of bed. Run around like chicken, feeding cats and taking vitamins. Jump in shower. Look in closet - everything is wrinkled. Grab something from The Pile. Throw it on.

This is what I ended up in today: brown corduroy overalls, camo T-shirt and platform hiking boots. No makeup. Hair in bun. I look like one of Valerie Solanis' minions. Did I mention I work in an office? In midtown?