It is, of course, necessary to acknowledge the substantial work you do in every 24 hour cycle at the start of the day. Without your diligence, the day simply could not commence, and I do not wish to downplay your essential role in the continued progression of the concept of time.
However, it is my considered opinion, reached by a thorough and systematic analysis of all available facts, that you should kindly fuck off.
Now, having dragged myself out of bed and eaten breakfast, it is time to drag myself off for a day of railfan fun having done absolutely nothing that I intended to do before leaving. Such is life. Curse you, mornings!