When my alarm (chirping birds) goes off at 5am, I hear Lily Allen’s voice singing “It’s 5 o’clock in the morning…”. You know, from the song she did with T-Pain back in 2011. Find it online if you haven’t heard it before and give it a listen. Then you, too, can have her lovely British accent stuck in your head, repeating the same 6 words on loop, for the rest of your life.
Since January of this
ridiculous shitshow of a year, my morning ritual has involved getting up between 4:30 and 5:00am.
Most people look at me like this when I tell them that: