I woke up in a hell of a bad mood today. I didn't get to bed until 3, and the stupid cat cried all night and attempted to sharpen his claws on any and all of my furniture. I'm wondering if maybe he doesn't feel well.

I had dreams that The Wife was drinking again, and something tells me my dream was correct. I've rarely been wrong before.

So, I woke up after 5 hours of sleep thinking I need to go get the rest of my shit out of her house. If only I didn't live on the 3rd floor. Ugh.