Guess who crawled out of bed an hour ago?

Oh, yeah, that'd be me.

In my defense, well, I was up until the ass crack of dawn? Dawn and I, in fact, exchanged words. It went something like: "Hello, I don't believe we know each other well, I am dawn, and you are?" "Pissed off. Go away." "Oh, am I disturbing your illicit nighttime activities?" "Is that how you get your jollies off?" "Yes." "I hate life." "Well, look, I am sunshine and birds singing and Sunday morning in spring time all night and--" "Bugger off, I'm going to bed." "Bitch."


I'm currently starring at the blinky courser in Word at the end of page 31. My head hurts and my tummy is all "bwahahahaha I will control you. You will bow to my moodswings! Find food! EW FOOD! Oh, hungry! BWAHAHAHA EAT THAT AND PAY."

Sunday is off to a fantastic start.