Some Days, It Seems, Are Just Hopeless

I have a new entry for top position on my list of "Ways I Would Never Like to Be Woken Up Again, Thank You", even edging out having Envy and Roy dump water on my face: waking up to the sound a cat sitting on my stomach trying to hack up a hairball. Cause every good day starts with cat vomit! 
But no, really, the cat didn't hack anything up on me, mostly because I shoved it violently off. However, that seems to have been indicative of the way today was going to go. Not a bad day, just one of those boring icky blah days when everything seems slightly off-kilter and unpleasant. So I choose to hide under a blanket and wait for it to go away. And reread Shoebox Project, of course.