Maybe there's a perception of me as grumpy old bugger who suffers from depression. It's a total misconception. I don't think of myself as any grumpier than the next person. I'm not even grumpy first thing in the morning.
Sometimes, I'm an ogre. I can be short. I'll walk into the office some days and I've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, and everybody knows it. I'm a perfectionist. I like to be organized, and I like to get everything done today.
I know that I need my coffee in the morning, and I don't want to talk to anybody at the start of my day!
I'm a really heavy sleeper. When I wake up I'm a terrible morning person.
I'm not always a positive person. I wake up grumpy, I read the newspaper and I get furious that the world is still at war.
Now, settle down, settle down. Hell, I'm an old man, it's early in the morning and I'm gathering my thoughts here.
Good morning is a contradiction of terms.
My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
I don't smile or talk before 10 A.M. unless it's scripted.
I hate mornings. They start so early.
Almost all my middle-aged and elderly acquaintances, including me, feel about 25, unless we haven't had our coffee, in which case we feel 107.
If you think I'm one of the people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably illtempered in the early morning.
Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.
Whenever I grump when the alarm goes off, it's immediately replaced by, 'But I get to leave my office at 11 A.M. and be with my daughter all day.'
