The early bird gets the headache.

Why am I awake? It's far too early. 6:00 a.m. shouldn't even register on clocks. It's a God-forsaken time of day.

Could it be that my cat who decided to sleep in my room last night also decided to request I let her out (by meow-ing LOUDLY) at six? No, that can't be it... She always does that and I always go back to sleep...

Well, maybe it's because 2 seconds after that, my phone decided to get one bar of coverage in my concrete, basement, cave-bedroom and allowed half of a text message through. A text message that reminded me first thing in the morning about something that, last night, made me want to throw up while simultaneously punching people in the face. But, it's not your fault, rogue-texter, that the message didn't come through last night when it was sent. Let's blame the source of the whirly-twirly angry guts instead, OK?

My brain hurts. And my feelings hurt. And I am incapable of "packing lightly".

I need a hug, damnit.