No rest for the wicked...
Music: None

I need a new bed, new pillows, something because I'm just waking up with sore heads and strained necks too often, making me even more grumpy, just waking up is traumatic enough for me because I tend to feel sort of ill and 'out of it' anyway. Grrrrrrr... Mornings suck. Can you tell petulant old me just woke up?

And now, in the words of 'The Gothinator' (which I just dubbed myself and made up and it made me laugh) 'I'll be black' (and yes, you must say it in Arnie voice or a curse upon you)

*out*