I am trying to think of something interesting and witty to write, something that happened to me in the wee morning hours. But, the only thing I am sure of at this present moment is that I have a headache, no decent coffee to sate it and heaps of office drama swirling about my ears. Oh. And I am eating a cheese biscuit for breakfast. I am so healthy.

I don't believe my brain was made to function, much less work, before twelve. This leaves my employment options open to... caberet singer? Except I can't sing. Nice thought, that. Besides caberet singing is just downright annoying.

SPEAKING OF ANNOYING. People who get too much sleep should be shot. Joy for one. I get up this morning, she already has her huge velcro curlers on her head and is chirping about the room like a cricket. I HATE CRICKETS. I squash them. When Joy gets hyper, she repeats everything she says three times like the goose on Charlotte's Web. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful morning. It was not a good, good, good thing when Laura began feeding her annoying cheerful things to say.


I think she needs to find a new cartoon to love.