I can train myself to be a morning person, and sometimes my inner clock (and/or Really Special Events and/or Really Uncomfortable Sleeping Arrangements) will actually get my body up in the a.m. of its own accord, but this is not a natural state of affairs. I am a night owl by nature, and once in bed, I love to snuggle down deep into a set of blankets, sleeping as long as possible. I'd probably hibernate during the winter if such a thing was practical.
I dragged myself out of my nest especially early yesterday morning to get blood testing done before work. I arrived in good time, gathered acorns for Cornimer during the inevitable morning rush wait, and when I registered myself with the nurse on hand, she asked me, "So you fasted this morning, right?" Er, what? I was not under the impression that one needed to abstain from food for simple bloodwork. But it was true. Since the doctor had not told me "cholesterol test = no food for 12 hours," the morning struggle to gain consciousness earlier than usual was for naught and I had to repeat the process today.
I'm feeling about as chipper as a moose in a desert climate, which is to say, not at all and what the hell is the moose doing there in the first place anyway?