I Hate Alarm Clocks

If there's one thing I hate it's the alarm clock. And getting my blood drawn. Okay, if there are two things I hate, they are alarm clocks and getting my blood drawn. Well, and cats. And slow drivers in the fast lane. And seafood. And Fran Drescher's laugh. I hate all of those things too. But I digress.

I hate alarm clocks. Alarm clocks are so, what's the word, inhumaine. I desperately wish that the rising sun could be my alarm clock instead of my current alarm clock which sounds like a car horn honking in my ear canal. Actually it sounds like the horn of a semi truck. Grrr, it really bothers me when semi trucks drive in the fast lane. But I digress.

The only possible way that an alarm clock could be more obnoxious was if the alarm sounded like Fran Drescher's laugh. Have you ever watched her show The Nanny? Me neither. 30 seconds of listening to her is all it takes before you start looking for a knife to cut your ears off. But I digress.