To start sucking.
A little after 5:00 this morning I woke up and when I went to get a up a shot of pain went through my head. Turns out my arm was on my hair and the harder I tried to get up the harder I was pulling it.
As this was happening I tried to open my eyes but they'd been crusted shut from crying last night so for a few scary seconds this morning I was wildly disoriented, blind, and trapped by my own hair.
Went back to sleep and about an hour later was jolted awake when one of the cats knocked a metal cat bowl off the dresser and it hit the hardwood and rang out like a shot.
Got up and took something for my then throbbing head and went back to sleep...until about 45 minutes ago when I sat bolt upright when a Johnny Cash song at full volume assaulted by ears.
No offense to Johnny Cash fans. Idk when my son decided to join your ranks and that is a wholly unacceptable way to finally greet the day.
Even with a splitting headache (coffee is helping) and much morning weirdness I feel better than I did last night. I need to brew some tea so I can use the bags to hopefully bring some of this eye swelling down, not that looking like I am riddled with mumps isn't a wildly attractive look.
Late start, but it was a late night. I'm going to finish my coffee, pour another cup, set my schedule for today in 20 minute increments, and plow ahead.