well, aren't I pissy?

I woke up this morning, at quarter to five, because of a headache that was trying to kill me. I'd one when I went to bed, so I'd drunken a lot of water and took some aspirin. Trying to repeat that when half asleep is really a strange experience, it included feeding the cats and nearly watering the plants, except that I wanted to drink that water so they couldn't have it. I, sorta, got back to sleep, but dreamed about long knives, killing people, blood, abandonment, hot marshes, and scary hobos. (I remember all of it, but it's really upsetting.) I didn't woke up late and not refreshed and was really slow about moving, so I did my laundry instead of going to the farmers market, only to get a call from a friend twenty minutes later about meeting she and boy at the farmers market. I'd to wait until the laundry was out of the washer and the only dryer was a bottom one, which doesn't work as well. (There were hardly any washers available either, I sorta wish I'd waited for this after.) Anyway, by the time I got to the market, my friends were leaving (they'd bought crab meat) but hadn't found a bike to buy (there's also a flea market) and I'd have gone shopping with them but my clothes were still in the dryer and I didn't want someone to be so impatient to pull my clothes out if I wasn't there. And now my clothes are hung on the doors and back of chairs because they didn't dry, and the bread people weren't at the market so, no bread. It's also hot and muggy out, and I'm scared of the heat so I'm staying inside. 

HOWEVER, there was cabbage at the market. I now have cabbage.
That'll make life better.