You punch the alarm clock so hard that it shatters and pieces of the clock become embedded in your fore-arm, and shout "FUCK ME!"
Melania beings searching through the nightstand on her side of the bed, looking for some lubricant.
"No, not that Mel. I was going about my wonderful life, and somehow I ended up as Donald Trump." you say.
"But you've always been Donald Trump." Melania replied.
"No, see; I'm not Donald Trump. Well, I am, now, but, hear me out. Some jackoff named enviousdominous is running around putting unsuspecting people into his stories. He got me into this one, and here we are." you said.
"So he's writing this right now?" Melania asked.
"Yeah, probably. It's a living hell." you said.
"What an idiot." Melania said.
"I know, right!" you shout before asking "Can't this asshole write another one of his stupid stories without forcing me into it?"
"At this point Donald, nothing surprises me anymore. You became President of the United States, and now you're possessed by someone due to the malicious intent of a nobody that writes sometimes." Melania said.
"Well put." you say before asking "So what does a President do?"
Well, the first thing a President does to start his busy day is...
Go for a brisk jog through the National Mall
Eat his weight in beans, and then take ten laxatives