6:15 AM blues

I feel... gross. The way you do when you spend a futile evening sitting on your butt waiting for the phone to ring and then go to bed early but are too tight and all it is is not sleep not sleep NOT SLEEP and even when you do drift off you wake up for an hour at 2AM and are so restless and hungry that you grab a bag of pretzels and eat them while sitting cross-legged on the floor of your newly clean closet. It's not the best place to be at 2AM. And then the alarm goes off a half hour earlier than its normal early because today's the day with all those extra bothers in it, and they are getting started with a trip to drop your car off at the mechanic's and walking to work from there, and it's not really farther than you tend to walk, anyway, but it's from a different angle, and besides, it's chilly outside. Don't get me started on the way your eyes feel this morning, the way they recoiled away from the light and flinched when you came near them with a contact lens. You still feel the middle of the night pretzels bubbling in your stomach and you are just going to have to suck it up and take this, aren't you?