Give us your address so we can come over.

No. Of course, some of you already have my address, so now I have to move. Thanks a bunch, ita.

I've also demanded at the top of my lungs why the sun hasn't come up yet.

Lack of morning compatibility runs in the family. My sister will call me and demand, "AM OR PM?!" My brother, however, isn't capable of speech when he wakes up.

Which reminds me of the time I woke up and actually couldn't speak. I tried, and it came out gibberish. Like I'd suffered a stroke. Ah, that was such a pleasant morning...

My standard routine: Lie in bed until I have enough energy to get up (varies from 5 to 20 minutes). Bathroom duties. Email. Clothes. If it's my turn, I dole out the morning vitamin/herbal supplement set. I gather breakfast and either drive to work or get dropped at the train station.

the time I woke up and actually couldn't speak

I'm more likely to wake up and have already spoken.

As in, when my brain snaps to, I ask "Wait -- who am I talking to?" "Daniel!" "It's the middle of the night here." "I know." "You can't afford to call me." "It's collect. You accepted the charges. We've been talking for five minutes." "Huh. I gotta go."

Hey, I just got linked to a new time suck, The Hedgehog game: [link]

I'm more likely to wake up and have already spoken.

Oh, I often have conversations I don't remember. "What are you talking about?" "I told you this morning." "No, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "Totally didn't." "Yes, I did! I said, 'I'm going to the doctor's office. If S. calls get her number and I'll call her back when I get home.' And you said, 'Okay. What time's your appointment?' And I said --" "Huh." "You don't remember any of this, do you?" "Did my blank stare give me away?"

Must run to buy comics.

Go Novachild!! How very cool!

My mom had the hideous habit of coming into my room and telling me all the things I needed to do for the day. I'd respond in grunts. And wake up later knowing I was supposed to do something, but with no recollection of what. No matter how many times I told her she should just leave a note because otherwise it wouldn't get done, she persisted. It never worked. Not even when I managed to growl out "write it down." She shows signs of having learned these days, but since I'm rarely in that situation anymore, I can't be sure.

It turns out she's as slow and unfriendly as I am when she wakes up. The difference is, she likes being up in the morning and is productive once she works through the morning stupids, so she gets up at 5.

My dad is unbearably chipper and LOUD (man cannot make coffee without it sounding like the stove is collapsing) but usually gets up shortly after mom. And she can ignore him, after 37 years of marriage practice.

Excellent good news, Novachild! Congratulations.

Many of you here, thanks to the wonder of F2Fs, have witnessed me in the morning. I'm not quite turnip-like, but I'm just sort of....only 35% awake until I've gotten some coffee in me and some light trickles through to my brain.

A much smaller, select few of you have actually woken me up, and witnessed my brain trying to start up and failing, much like a Chevette on a -40 degree morning.

What I don't understand about all you night owls is how you manage to make coffee when you're barely functional.

Coffeemaker with a timer, baby. Without it, I would never make it out of the house. Literally.

It's weird. I am a very difficult person to wake. In fact, every morning I try to figure out whether I can call in sick. Every single morning.

OMG, bon bon -- this is me. Totally. Every single morning I wonder if I can get away with calling in sick so I can sleep, and, failing that, while I'm showering, I keep hoping that when I get out of the shower there'll be a message on my machine that a water main broke/transformer exploded/bomb threat that is keeping the office building closed.

Every morning.

I am more of a morning person than the hubby (but dead folk have been known to show more life than he does in the morning), but I'd like to be able to sleep until 7 or 7:30 ideally. I think of morning people as those 5 and 6 am types.

But when I wake up, I am awake, so it's easy to get up, get Franny out of her crib, change her, make her a sippy cup, and make a pot of coffee. And yes, I still have my morning cup of coffee. I just don't manage to finish it. (You'd think by now that I'd just pour the cup 1/3 full, but nope.)