Observation of the day:
Waking up with massive raccoon eyes from your makeup you put on the night before always makes you feel like you did something naughty. Not like, ooooh, fun, I was Naughty!, but rather Shit-where-are-my-pants naughty.
I don't wash my face religiously before I go to bed, like last night, and I think I must have been rubbing my eyes a lot in my sleep because when I woke up today, chaste and in my own jammies in my own bed, I looked like a mix of an Alice Cooper impersonator and a stripper that's seen a crime and is crying as the police interview her.
These are the disturbing thoughts I have after I wake up and before coffee.
Now I'm off to wash my face. And find coffee.