Today I had to get up early.
Tomorrow I have to get up early, really early.
The day after tomorrow I have to get up very early.
On Monday I will have to get up early.
And as if that was not enough:
On Tuesday I have to get up early.

I hate getting up early.

So, why, oh why, do I do this to myself? Well, it’s really beyond my control. I have to get to lectures, get to work and do exams (for school) all at fixed times. (And with ‘beyond my control’ I mean: if I were to change events so as I did not have to get up early the consequences would be too great for me not to care about them, in a sense: bigger then the getting up early. So what I really ought to hate is the consequences, that are too great for me not to care about them, of not getting up early when one ‘has to’. But, I’ll look past that little snag since it’s just pushing the hate one step away… and that could possibly be done in an, almost, infinite regress… I hate, almost, infinite regresses.)

I hate fixed times… when they’re early.