Oh, fuck you, Big Day Out.

You realise that sleep deprivation is a form of torture, right? I mean, I know most people are supposed to be awake at 9am. But it's a Sunday, you fuckers.

And it's not enough, torturing me with anguished hipster Jeff-Buckley-wannabes at 9am. No, it's not enough. It's not enough to follow it with random girl pop, either. No.

Then, you get some random douchebag with a Moog playing the Doctor Who theme. BADLY. Without any of the excitable synchopation that makes you feel like you're riding a horse or skipping along or, hell, whirling through the Time-Space contiuum in a really awesome Police Box. The beauty of that theme song is the beat. 8/6, if my bleary morning-brain recalls. I don't know, I've never worked it out precisely. You, my hamfisted moron, whoever you are, made it sound like a fucking dirge. Screw you, fuckface.

I am going to try to find some comfortable corner of my house that is a bit more quiet than my room, which is at the front of the house, capturing the brunt of this horrible shit. Thankfully the Who theme ended, but now there's just random shit. Cause they're the early bands now, you see. I don't recognise a thing, and even if a band was good? I am too pissed off, tired, sore, and cranky to enjoy it.

ETA: Now they're piping actual Jeff Buckley tracks through the speakers, while some mofo goes "One-teyoooow, one-teyooooow" over the top of it. I am so shitty right now.