So not a good omen!

I just woke up. I'm bleary-eyed and muzzy, with the sort of unsettled feeling that tells me my dreams were anything but sweet and my sleep anything but restful.

Waking up, in the most sing-songy, bratty, resentful sort of mental voice I have, my brain informed me, "Double-parking Teletubbies ate my birthday cake!"

WTF, brain, just WTF.

Wait.

I really don't want to know.

Really.

*is very scared*