10:00AM - Woke up to the sound of a pissed robin 10:05AM - Tried to go back to sleep 10:41AM - After listening to the frickin' robin, and tossing and turning, I figured I'd be better off to just get up. 10:58AM - Mom: Are you okay? You sound like you've been crying.
I need to get some shotgun ammo to take care of the bird. As for mom's remark, and everyone else that thinks there's something wrong with me, there is. I am stressed out and I can't relax, mainly because I have obligations that I've set and the rest of you are either interfering with them or you don't understand their importance.
Good-fucking-morning to me.