Funny how working at 6 am every day is totally FINE - in fact, I prefer it. (Since I can't have my 4 am's or overnights...)

6 am when I'm sick? Holy crap. I feel as if I'm being asked of something incredibly irrational, involving a ton of physical endurance that I just don't have. I want to flap my arms around at the shoulders (leaving the lower arms spaghetti limp) and declare in a high-pitched whiny voice, "I DON'T WANNA HUH HUH HUHHHHH...!!!"

Especially since I have to speed walk to work. Meh.

I'm also ravenous.