Sometimes I ponder my employment and I can’t help but think, “Jesus, it’s amazing I got one of them J-O-B thangs.”

I’m all shook up, worried, gnawing at myself, because I have a staff meeting in the morning. I mean, what the fuck do these people want from me, ‘specting me to get up all sunshiney early and BE THERE by 8 fucking 30 in the a.m. 8:30 in the morning, how dare they?

Shit, some mornings I don’t get up til 8:25 a.m., and tomorrow I got to be there 5 minutes later. As though I can rise, shower and drive 30 miles in minutes. I ain’t no friggen superhero.

I’ll never trust morning people. Early to bed early to rise, means you don’t fuck know how to party. You’d think we were farming, not like meeting about saving the world and shit.