Today's very special wake-up time was two fucking AM. Two in the fucking morning. That's that time of early morning or late at night where the F-bomb just has to be in there because you do NOT want to be awake at like eleven fucking PM or two in the fucking morning.



Absolutely not.

I did manage to snatch some excuse for sleep, but the results are mixed at best. Yes, I can function like a reasonable simulacrum of a human being. No, I have zero tolerance/patience for any kind of bullshit.

AND I'm chatting with my shrink today. Whee. Probably why I woke up at two o-fucking-clock.

Which results in me moving at the approximate pace of frozen molasses.