I've been up for about 2 hours now. I'm tired. Hubs came home from work and woke me up. I did not want to be woken up. He had a couple of drinks after work and was feeling frisky. I was not feeling frisky. My tooth aches and my stomach is upset and it's the middle of the friggin night. So I roll over and try to go back to sleep. He says, "I don't know why you hate me so much." Ouch. Thanks for that little beauty in the middle of the night. I cry. He says sorry. But here I am still up, still crying. And my damn tooth still friggin hurts.