I woke up far too early, and ready to run over to my eldest son’s preschool program and start raising an unholy stink… over comments made in a dream.
Well, I guess that it’d qualify as a ‘nightmare,’ then. I used to have this sort of thing (usually stress-triggered) happen in college; they tapered off and eventually stopped happening altogether as I got older (I can’t say that I missed them, much). The last flare-up was… oh. Oh, crud. The 2004 election cycle (which was a lot more stressful than the 2008 one, which at least had the soothing power of inevitable DOOM). Yet one more thing to look forward to.
So: I am in a foul and cranky mood this morning. Hopefully, coffee will help.