8 a.m. blues

It's 8 a.m.

I've been up for just under 2 hours. (A sleep in!)

Boy-o is having a tough time today.

And so far this morning -

I've been yelled at. Called stupid. Dumb. Hit in the knee with a hockey stick. Dodged two miscellaneous objects hurled through the air in the general direction of my head. And told I am hated.

Amazing how sometimes just under two hours is already almost too much day to bear.