I'm cranky this morning.  I fell asleep finally around eleven last night.  The cat woke me up at midnight and then the big guy at three.  The cat woke me up again at four and I woke up at five.  I am fucking tired and grumpy.  I dreamed about Betty Crocker gunning down 63 dignitaries in a third world country, because she was pissed.  I dreamed about making kitten soup, the secret being you must first cut the tail off of the kitten, and the beak.  Needless to say I do not feel rested. 

And it's snowing.  Again.