Just call me angel of the morning, angel

I've been waking up freakishly early for no apparent reason lately.

I've always been a girl who preferred to miss mornings completely. If I had a job that allowed me to sleep until noon and stay up until four in the morning, it would have been perfect. Those are the hours my body wants to be asleep, and no amount of training or red wine has been able to change that.

I'm also cranky when I have to get up. Actually, cranky is an understatement -- I'm miserable. I hate mornings so much I can't even muster up the desire to have sex when I wake up, on the occasions that a nearly naked boy is in bed with me. Nope, I'd rather sleep.

Then last week, everything changed. The Flamingos were amazed when I was the first one up, bright eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to go. Usually, I'd have to be woken up at least twice, and would not get out of bed until a plan to get me caffeinated ASAP was in place. Sometimes I'd throw things at the offending waker-upper, sometimes I'd cover my head with a pillow and tell the person to shut up. Sometimes I'd get angry and say mean things.

Now, I've started waking up at least one half hour before my alarm is scheduled to go off. I arrived at work at 8:55am today. I've never arrived at work this early. Ever. I usually roll in about 9:45am. I'm afraid I'm turning into a morning person, and I don't like it one bit.