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What the heck is up with me? The last three mornings, I get up to feed the cats and then it's like I can't hold my body verticle; irresistible force and it's me, horizontal on the couch until 9:30 or 10. I'm zombie girl. This leaves pretty much no time for writing, revising, or even lj-ing before I have to get it together to come to work. Now, lj at work, no prob, but the writing and revising really deserves that quality morning time, at least two hours, preferably three or four, for which I have to bloody well get the f up.

errrrghh.