Dear 5:30 in the morning,

Can you tell by the look on my face that I really hate you? There is nothing good about you, no matter what I try to tell myself. I was hoping that somehow I would magically become a morning person but it's been two weeks now and I still loathe the sound of the alarm announcing your presence. Every morning I want to scream "You're not the boss of me!" and reset my alarm for 6. That does me no good though because I really don't sleep for that half hour and if I do drift off it's not worth anything, and then I'm always rushed to get out the door on time. If only you could be kinder and slip in an extra hour for me everynight before demanding I get up, I'd be so appreciative. Sincerely, Grumpy Whiner