more cat pictures

My sleep patterns are off. I woke up at 2pm today. It's one of the worst feelings when you know you've wasted half the day, or more than that, on something you should've gotten at the appropriate times. I used to hate it--and occasionally still do--when I would wake up late and someone in my household would say, "Good morning, sunshine." Or just, "Good morning" when it was 3pm. With me, the statements were usually met with an ignoring silence, or a crisp reply of, "It's  not morning." I'm not sure why, but I think the statement carries the message of, "I know you slept in, and it's abnormal, so I feel the need to remark." That sounds very critical, doesn't it? I doubt it's anyone's intention, especially if the sleeper didn't miss anything important or overlook an obligation with the observer. Maybe it's a projection of my dread feeling onto the commenting party. This entry kind of sucks.... except for the picture.

I'll stop complaining so much in my posts soon.