August 1, 2005

Mornings Are Evil.

You know what's difficult? Mornings. They're always ugly. They're bleary of eye and disastrous of hair and generally cold of shower. They're forced and unpleasant. I am forever bemoaning the fact that mornings exist at all. But the other day a stunning and unsettling fact occurred to me - if mornings didn't exist, afternoons would become the new morning. *gasp* The day has to start somewhere. If not in the morning, then at night. Or at 3pm. And I would come to loathe those times just like I loathe mornings.

Oh god.

The horror.