Because bitcching and complaining about my life is easier than actually doing anything about it.

So, I couldn't sleep last night. The most sleep I got was mostly fitful rest. I kept waking up, tossing and turning, (I heard Angelica farting, that was like the third time I've heard her farting at night. Seriously I think she farts every night, and I just assume it was like the bed creaking or something. I've been lucky, I hadn't smelled anything...yet.)

I woke up at 3AM and attempted to go back to sleep. And now I'm here at the DC eating breakfast by myself. Say hi to my breakfast.