Morning people or mourning people?

For all of my life, unless forced otherwise, I have always been very much a night owl. Getting up early in the morning always felt more like punishment to me than something people do for fun. Morning to me is all about making sure that I have it all worked out to make sure that I arrive at work on time (or a close proximity to it). Typically my weekday mornings all start out the same way for me to arrive at work at 8:00 a.m. I have an alarm clock with two, yes two, alarm settings. I set both of the alarm settings just for me. One alarm is set to the music alarm at 5:30 a.m. and the other is set to the most annoying sound on earth, shatter your ear-drums, large-vehicle reversing, beeping alarm for 6:00 a.m. The alarm clock is at the other side of the bedroom. When the music alarm goes off, I get out of bed and turn it completely off (it is my 30 minute warning). I immediately climb back into bed and fall to sleep. When the beeping alarm begins, I jump out of bed - knock the cat to the floor, trip over the dog, stub my toe on the chair, and hit the snooze alarm. This entire scenario is repeated (minus the cat - who isn't stupid enough to climb back up into the bed) until 7:00-7:15 a.m.; at which point I yell obscenities, rush around the house, and finally get ready for work. It generally takes me at least 30 minutes to get to work from my house. I have been this way my entire life. I have been known to stay up all night rather than get up early in the morning. The reason for this tangent was from reading this article: How To Become An Early Riser.