Boy I love my sleep habits.  I love waking up when it’s technically still night and deciding it’s better to cut my losses and putter around making myself breakfast.  The killer part is the diner around the corner isn’t even open yet, so I truly have to fend for myself.

Cream cheese and cucumber toast later, I’m still pretty grumpy.  I think I’ll probably still get an omelet from the Big Egg when the open at 6, which is a timestamp I had anticipated waiting for in my sleep.

I was at Dave’s Market yesterday and deliberately passed up buying eggs because I thought they would go bad before I had a chance to eat them.  Great job Shannon.

In other news, I can’t even keep a battery operated fish alive.

In twenty more minutes I’m going to be ordering the most feta-rific omelet the west side of Cleveland has to offer.  If you are jealous right now, I’d like you to remind yourself you were probably fast asleep at 4:40 am.