There's just no nice way to say it.

I *hate* to wake up.

I do.

And I've tried to be different. I've tried to like it, or at least I've tried to pretend to not hate it, but I hate it. I really, really have. But I hate it.

I like to stay up until midnight or so and sleep until 8 - that's my "natural" body cycle, whatever the crap that means, which really throws me off when I have to wake up at 5:30 to come to work like today.

And then I'm uber-grumpy because:
a) I hate to wake up
b) I had to wake up like 3 hours earlier than I wanted to
c) I still went to bed at midnight
d) Evan was all bright and cheery this morning and actually sang me a song withing 5 minutes of me waking up. Gawd. Who does that besides my mom and him?

Jesus.

I think the only thing I hate more than waking up, is running into a morning person five minutes after being awake.

Sorry Ev. You still rock the hiz-ouse.