Sometimes I can't help but love the fact that I'm a morning person.

4:15 in the morning and I'm ready to leave.
Train leaves at 5:03 and I still have to buy tickets. And I have to take my sister with me. Sounds like it will be fun.
And the dog doesn't understand was happening and wants reassurance that he's loved. It's cute.

Well, maybe I have a bit of a temper...

I was stopped from bodily attacking a slightly drunk football fan and thus starting a riot on the train by the police - I think this qualifies as more guts than brains.
I will write down the whole tale - nothing can stop me from doing so - when the fume has stopped coming out of my ears.