"Life is a series of tasks that you absolutely must get done before they don't matter anymore." -Robert Brault
I'm convinced that someone has been sneaking into my house in the dead of night. Not to steal or to murder, which are my usual assumptions. No, this diabolical individual somehow makes it past our locked and dead bolted door, tip-toes to the side of my bed, carefully opens my mouth and pours in a substantial amount of Nyquil. Or some other something that makes me sleep heavier than necessary.
Because waking up in the morning should never be as hard as it's been the past few weeks.