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Apparently I can be a real asshole if my clock radio wakes me up playing the wrong thing.
Right before I came to consciousness this morning, someone on the radio was playing a Glenn Beck clip, and the sound of his voice wound up invading whatever dream I was having at the time.
In response, I woke myself up mocking Beck, blurting out a nasally, whiny "R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH!" (That's the best spelling I have so far.) I sounded a little like Burgess Meredith's Penguin from the old Batman series.
And no, I didn't cry.