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.
