Stumbled into the kitchen.
Eyelids half closed like some reptilian creature.
Bouncing off something (furniture? walls?) like a drunken sailor.
I hate 5:30.
Cat very ticked off.
Food dish empty.
Stepped on tiny sharp shards of dry cat food scattered willy-nilly over kitchen floor.
Gotta make coffee.
Caffeine only reason to live this early.
Time to make breakfast.
I have mad culinary skills.
Here's my secret recipe.
Do not copy.
Ingredients: Box of Rice Crispies
- Pour cereal into bowl
- add milk
Maybe I'll stumble back into bed.