WTFH.

Vivi woke me up at five this morning instead of six-thirty like normal. She was unusually persistant, and I finally wound up yelling at her to be quiet and let me sleep. She did, after a few more tries at getting me up.

I then proceeded to have a hideous nightmare about enormous cockroaches with human faces infesting an apartment (it was some weird amalgam of everyplace I've ever lived) to the point that every time I glanced in a shadow I saw something with too damn many legs skittering. They sang in the language of the Great Old Ones. And they ate EVERYTHING, including the walls. Very disturbing. Made more disturbing by the fact that prior to this I hadn't had a proper nightmare in four years.

Next time I'm just getting up when my cat tells me to. O_o