I DON'T want to talk & I DO want a good night's sleep

Why don't people get this? Seriously, I don't wanna open my mouth. Too much noise. Too much insipid banter. Too much running around. Too much stupidity. WAY too much stupidity. Too many questions. Too much information. Too many problems. FAR too many morning people. My rage toward people doing ANYthing before 10am grows exponentially by the day. I'm not joking. Do you have ANY idea what's it like to be fundamentally a night person and CONSTANTLY have to adjust my life -- MY FUCKING LIFE -- to others' motherfucking obsession with thinking things MUST be done early in the day? Yo, shitface...that fucking bush you're weedwacking? It'll still be there at 1pm, giving yourself something productive to look forward to while you do Silent Things...and I get a chance to sleep. Have you EVER gotten a parking ticket where the court appearance WASN'T at 9am? What the fuck is Jerkoff Judge doing the other 7 hours of the work day? The ONE thing i'll give marriage...weddings are in the PM. I am THISCLOSE to drawing up legal papers insisting my funeral be at 4pm, just to fuck with everyone ELSE'S day. And I'll have some obnoxious comment printed in the program, something like, "HA, HA, YOU'RE tired and irritable because of the queer hour of the day, while I'M resting comfortably!" I JUST want peace and quiet. To be alone in the middle of a Kansas prairie in June, laying in the grass, looking up at the sky. Where I hear NOTHING and NO ONE. Wait, i'll take a dog...a non-barking one. Me and a dog. Laying there. And no one will know where I am, there won't be any problems, and I won't be bothered.