Hung over on a Thursday morning, again?

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" my alarm, already? Time to get up. Wow, all I can think is. . . never mind I CAN'T think . . .at all! The beeps are so loud that they are consuming my whole entire thought process. Almost falling out of bed (and why I don't just stand up to get to the nightstand, with Common Sense leading my inner monologue in telling me it'd be a lot easier, is beyond me, so don't ask.) I reach out to slap my alarm. After three slaps and one pound of my fist, its quiet again and a relief of major stress just melts away. I get so angry at that thing every morning, but to no avail, those damn beeps will play right into my dreams, if the volume isn't turned all the way up. I wish I was like my mom sometimes, who happens to LOVE mornings and easily awakens with a smile and a chipper attitude that usually sickens me if I'm forced to witness it. Thank God I finally turned 18, when I did. I think I had my fill and I really didn't wanna be apart of a homicide investigation. Oh I feel bad, and I shouldn't talk trash about that poor, happy go lucky woman, who ironically, was unfortunate to have a such a mean bitch for a daughter. I know what your thinking, but in my defense I simply say to you that I didn't ASK to be born. My parents made that decision with their very OWN selfish reasons. I'm a product of my environment. and that's all I've got.
Anyways back to my story,