Why I Hate Mornings

By Ben, Commute Specialist

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock screaming at me in a language I don't understand. It's not just a gentle wake-up call, no, this thing is like a drill sergeant on a caffeine high.

I drag myself out of bed, bleary-eyed and grumpy. The world outside is bright, too bright. I squint through the blinds like a vampire avoiding a sunrise.

I stumble to the kitchen to start my day with a strong dose of coffee, but the coffee maker is on the fritz. Again. Like it's some kind of morning-themed personal nemesis.

Why do I hate mornings?

I hate the way the light makes me look like a zombie.
I hate the way the world is full of people who are all chipper and awake.
I hate the sound of that infernal alarm clock.

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