I hate waking up and looking at the alarm clock, only to realize that inspite of not being an idiot, and knowing how to set it, you're late. I hate that I was clever enough to not change the time, and still set it for the appropriate hour, and it still didn't work. I hate that I vaguely remember it going off the first time, not wanting to wake yet, and hitting snooze. Thanks, Alarm Cock, that was one hell of a fucking snooze.
On the plus side, in all of the responsibility I've learned, I haven't lost the ability to get ready in 10 minutes.
Oh, piss on it, I'm still cranky.