I think I hate mornings. Not that I've ever had a very passionate attachment to the 3 hours or so directly after waking up but... I colored a LOT of pages yesterday somehow, have 3 more I want to get done today before the kids go out to trick or treat and rot their teeth out on candy later tonight. I'd have more witty things to say if my head didn't feel like the inside of a fog machine I think. Going to turn on some down tempo music to put me into a trance here so I can just get stuff done today, maybe starting with a little PJ Harvey.