When you're having bad dreams all night, and the only thing that breaks them up is a malfunctioning smoke alarm that goes off at 3am, you might be a little out of sorts the next morning.

The most annoying part is that I can't actually remember what the bad dreams were, as they seemingly were squawked out of my head by the piercing shriek of the alarm. So I can't even journal them.

All I can remeber was something about the draft being reinstated.