Work day:
*wakes up at 430. Barely. Checks clock. Too early to get ready, too late to go back to sleep. Too tired to maintain consious... ALARM ALARM ALARM...now I'm even more tired* (I also hate waking up to my alarm)

Day off:
Brain: IT'S 430, ARE YOU READY TO GET THINGS DONE?!
Stomach: I require attention.
Bladder: hi.