It's really come to something when the milk that's been left out on the side of the kitchen over night is colder than the milk you take out the freezer!
Luke warm tea is just not going cutting it this morning.
Still reeling from the 'only gonna sleep after 4.a.m because body is a cruel bitch' combined with 'mom shocking me out of a dream at 9 a.m., leaving me disorientated to the point where it's only just fading'.
Dreams where your front room is a garden, and a giant pithon living in the rockery decides to sneak round the sofa and suffocate your dog are fucking terrifying. To the point i even asked mom if he was ok, because i was convinced he was going to be eaten.