I find that pandas are very efficient for waking you up when you're having particularly stressful dreams about failing art school and wallowing around in bookstores. Impending doom and thirst also help, as well, along with overheating because I still use a huge quilt even though it's now sweltering. I don't have the heart to put it away.

Suddenly the girl with the white pixie cut was abruptly cut off. And there was a fandom cup in my hand, with a fandom face on it, and I was so delusional that I spoke to him and kissed him before fulfilling my worldly duties as a human/elfling hybrid.

And now my waist hurts and my back hurt and my head hurts and my everything hurts because I am fortunately unfortunate enough to be a lady, and I cannot get back to sleep because of the crimson it.

Thank you, Tera, Gaia, Aunt Flow (?), or whatever, now I know I won't be bearing earthly daemons this moon cycle, even though you know for a fact that I'm only one hundred fifteen light years old.

Forgive me, now I must try to retire.