I am a total missy crankypants today. It took forever to go to sleep, as it has for most of the last week, I woke up at what would have been a reasonable time if I hadn’t gone to sleep so late, but didn’t get up, and had extremely cross dreams for the next eighty minutes or so, got up, and was followed around the house by cats who screamed as though they had not been fed in centuries. I decided to allow myself breakfast-time on the internet, hoping it would jolly me a bit, and it did, but when I went to the other computer to write I just couldn’t give a damn.
Know what? Screw it. I’m going back to bed. I’ll start the day over when I get up again.