Sloth
I am not a morning person. Nor am I a people person. This does not bode well for those I meet when I attend classes in the morning. In high school everyone was accustomed to seeing me staggering about, deathly white (according to my grandfather, I needed to get out in the sun more as I resembled a vampire), eyes glazed with dark circles under them, speaking in a pained croak of a voice and clutching a can of coke and waiting for the caffiene to kick in. Waking me up in the morning is not a pleasant task; the only way anyone gets me up is if I’m dragged from bed and immediately bundled into the shower while mumbling indignant, unintelligible phrases, otherwise I go straight back to sleep. I also do not take kindly to be woken up with a start; I scream, dive under the covers while wailing and screaming and refusing to move, and on the rare occasion attack the person who woke me up.
Thus, I have my very own instant-wake-up-call-and-head-ache-cure - “V” guarana energy drink. Try it and see!
