*growls in general direction of the clock*
Why do you do this to me, oh infernal contraption? Taunting me with your numbers. You claim it is late, but it doesn't feel like it. You say I need to sleep, but then you wake me, mere hours later, with your digital yammering. 

While I do not approve of your doings, I fear I must abide by them, for the sake of my own sanity and that of those around me.

(various rude sounding grumbles and chirps, including one that you get the sense suggests an inanimate object should perform unlikely acts upon itself)