I'm cranky this morning. I fell asleep finally around eleven last night. The cat woke me up at midnight and then the big guy at three. The cat woke me up again at four and I woke up at five. I am fucking tired and grumpy. I dreamed about Betty Crocker gunning down 63 dignitaries in a third world country, because she was pissed. I dreamed about making kitten soup, the secret being you must first cut the tail off of the kitten, and the beak. Needless to say I do not feel rested.
And it's snowing. Again.