My god, I have an arrogant subconcious.
Seriously, I dreamt that I was online CHATTING to someone and they announced that I had won the poll for most underapperciated fic writer. That's...so wrong.
AND I woke up today at 5:00am. It's SATURDAY. Boo, brain. BOO BODY.
I'm more troubled by the second dream than the first. The first is par for the course, the second is just WTF.
ETA: Plus I passed out on my couch UNDER a pile of clean laundry that my sister K thoughtfully dumped on me at some point in the night. Awesome. I only have like 2 more loads to do. BEST MORNING EVAH.