Rant number 133
It's early in the morning and I am trying to rant. The earliest rant so far I think you will find!
The thing is though, that I don't feel like ranting one bit. No I want to be in bed or at least a variant of (though not a hammock, I am neither a native of some country lacking in social graces, nor a bit of a tit)
This applies to everything, it really does. Nothing is quite as good when you have to get up early. Driving in the morning is a chore, everyone pisses you off around you. Rush hour traffic makes you want to throttle everyone around you. It's crap.
Anything you need to do which involves more than a quarter of your brain becomes almost preternaturally difficult and your people skills dissolve into toffee.
Even playing trombone, as I will be doing today, becomes really hard - as my lips just don't want to know.
Doing things in the morning is daft, bring on more sensible times.
Rant over.
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