Weird dreams last night about high school friends turned Amish. Didn't sleep well; apparently Amish friends means restless nights. Feel like blah. Trying not to get coffee.
But the wakey-wakey drug calls.
Maybe just a little....
Hope for the day: new glasses are ready.
Edit: No coffee. Hate Ancora. Must eat brains to survive.
New hope for the day: don't kill people from surly.
Edit the Second, Queen of Scotts: Found coffee. World less full of hate. Now just cranky and has to pee.
New hope for the day: Don't pee on new glasses.