Einstein's Hangover

I'm jarred, jolted up from a snoring sleep by my cranky alarm clock's clang and beep; my legs disobey me, can't make them move, my hair stands stiff in the old Einstein groove; all the way to the light switch by the door I stagger up what seems like a mile or more; then like a dog with a bone in its mouth I drop myself back on my sleepy couch.