What I say... "Morning."
What I mean... Fuck off, I haven't even gone to bed yet, because I decided I was going to start sorting out my make up at 11pm and haven't slept yet.
I am a night owl of the highest order and can stay awake for over 24 hours with ease (although I had a decent nap yesterday afternoon.)
My room is now an utter tip and I need a shower, but my mammoth make-up stash does need sorting (and downsizing.) I'm about halfway through, though gave up when I emptied out my box of Revlon lipstick back-ups. That's going to take a while, send help, I'm buried under a pile of lipsticks.
Variations on this theme are I can't talk to people until I'm properly awake, I need tea, breakfast and a shower before I qualify as such (and even then barely) and chirpy morning people get on my nerves. Go away, I want to go back to sleep, not have a chat. Where's my pillow and my blankie? Night night. 😴
Also get sick of people asking me if I'm working on certain days, when they should know by now I don't. My ex used to do this, of all the people to know my work schedule he should have!
I am getting rambly and I am overtired. I'm off to bed (the joys of being single, child-free and having a day off, yay!) I appreciate all of those things right now, and know it's my own silly fault for not going to bed at a reasonable time after getting a second wind.