There’s no anger like British anger!

I have nothing to post today (and besides, I have some other writing to do), but I saw this on Dave Thomas’s LiveJournal and I figured I’d quote it in its entirety, since it (a) is only one sentence long and (b) expresses perfectly the way I feel nearly each and every day, right around 6:00 am:

Some days I wish the morning was a tangible living thing, so I could hack it to bloody, twitching death with an axe and go back to bed.

How true that is!