Time to rise and shine

Last night was like spending time with a lazy drunken teenager who had just found out his parents were coming home from their vacation and the house was in a mess and he needed to clean it up and get out of there as soon as possible but he couldn't remember where the door was.
Your mind can make up strange stories when you are desperately trying to sleep but this mad fly is buzzing around you making a terrible buzz and madly bumping into the window like 50,000 times.
Grrrr.
The neighbors might have laughed if they had walked by at 12:39am to witness me in my nasty red academy shorts and old white t-shirt...flinging around an old orange fly swatter. Greg was laughing. I never did catch the stupid thing. I had that same feeling as I did when my mom used to come in my room at 8am on a Saturday singing, "Good morning, good morning, good morning, it's time to rise and shine. Good morning, good morning, good morning, I hope you're feeling fine..." Grrrr again.
Ya, not so great a night.
Once I woke up over a bowl of peach yogurt mixed with rice krispies, all was ok.