This hearkens all the way back to the first Rachel and Tuna comic ever. I wasn’t that bad about waking up, really. But it was a cheap gag.
Tuna would, however, at 5am, sneak into my room and start knocking my art supplies onto the floor and batting them around. I had to keep everything locked up so he wouldn’t mess things up. It was only after he died that my comicking really took off, partly because I could leave my tools out overnight. Sad but true