Why should I have to be the one to slink around grumpily in the morning? Why can't the morning itself just sod off for once?
I mean... sure, okay, it's been around for a few billion years more than me...
I felt a bit guilty tipping the remains of my breakfast down the sink this morning. I'd had Milo cereal, and the flakes had mixed with the milk, effectively turning it to chocolate milk.
I couldn't finish the milk, so I tipped it out... but just that twinge of guilt. You know you're full, you know you don't want any more, but at the back of your mind you know that regardless of all these excuses you are still tipping out chocolate milk. Which just HAS to be against some kind of law, right? I mean, come on! It's chocolate milk!