Only got 4 hours of sleep...the *moment* I get upstairs, the parrot starts going hysterical with its deafeaning squawk.
Anyway, I'm cooking an omelette because I want to put some balance and organization into my life and whatnot, and (parrot going insane the whole time) then my dad starts coming downstairs right as I am nearly done cooking. I actually can't handle him in the morning because he likes to draw excess amounts of attention to what I am doing and find a way to tease about it.
So I took my eggs downstairs and I'm going to have some nice tea. Honestly, despite the stress, it's kind of nice to actually eat breakfast rather than wake up last minute and rush out the door, hating my life.