Summer Whining

I was a bad girl last night and stayed up till something like 2 in the morning reading my book (Bitten-- mentioned this weekend). It was one of those books that start slow but once you get to a certain point, you really just want to finish. I may, in fact, have some sort of book addiction.

But because I didn't get to sleep till so late, I tried desperately to sleep later today; I'm over 21, you know, and need my beauty rest. However, I only managed about an hour more than my usual time to wake up (despite the not-going-to-bed-at-a reasonable hour differential)-- for two reasons.

Reason number one: the cat. She was ready for me to get up at 9:30, and I must have wiggled in my attempt to sleep longer and it encouraged her to sit, purring very loudly, next to my head. See, she figures if she's purring, I can't get mad at her.

Reason number two, and the most irritating one: the next-door-neighbor-kids are on summer break and picked this morning to start their frickin' basketball bouncing. I hate to be such a grumpy old "you kids better watch it" neighbor, but I really hate the sound of those damn basketballs bouncing. If the kids had any chance of some sort of NBA career or any sort of talent, it might be different. But they also like to scream while playing, so it's a truly annoying practice.

So I'm up, and a bit grumpy, and now I am seriously going to finish women writers summer issue today. Thank God for coffee, or else there might be nuclear detonation over here.