I hate getting up early so. damn. much. And it makes me foul. This is pretty much the difference between morning me and normal me.
My internal monologue generally:
Move away from that now, we need to concern ourselves with an appropriate reaction. She wouldn't wish my direct involvement and such a move wouldn't be my style anyway. Nevermind? Not enough information. Could muse further. Will muse further. Enjoy sandwich now. God sandwiches are great. So simple yet effective on so many levels. And clean. What a great example of something that is more then the sum of its parts. My justification for such reaction is subjective, though. To god or maybe a robot or something this delicious sandwich could merely be the sum of its parts. hah! God himself can blaspheme.
My internal monologue having just woken up on an early morning:
Oh christ. Oh f*ck. Just another 5 minutes please. No. Please? We have to get up. Have mercy you pr*ck. Argh! Oh god its cold why is it so cold. Oh, for god's sake it isn't even light outside. F*ck. Ow. It hurts. It hurts to live make it stop. F*cking sh*t banana c*nt nipples. This Is intolerable. Where's my bra? I need a bra, brah! This is cruel. Cruel you sadistic f*cks. There shouldn't be morning periods it should be illegal. They should be locked up. Killed. B*astards. Sh*tting c*nt f*cks unholy d*ck hole filth fondlers. Etc...
In about an hour I'll have recovered.
I hope I'm wrong, but I believe that he is a fraud, and I think despite all of his rhetoric about being a champion of the working class, it will turn out to be hollow -- Bernie Sanders on Trump