actually, i woke up having trouble breathing. now i'm sitting up, waiting, hoping to cough the shit out of my lungs. next thing ya know, i'll be complaining about not enough sleep. artists, such fucking babies...
realizing that you've forgotten to carry facial tissues, for your outings with a small child you haven't lived with for a while, may be a practical tip-off that there are likely other, more subtle things that you've forgotten as well...