Fine, I stumble off the couch and let her out. Back to couch, back to semi-sleep, when she comes up next to me and lets loose with a blood-curdling, nails-on-the-blackboard screech.
Still fighting to stay on the softa, I reach over, pick her up, and put her under the covers with me (she likes to snuggle under my chin). She starts purring, which is soothing, then does her impression of an off-key opera diva, right in my ear.
Now fully awake and painfully aware of it, I abandon the couch, grab the little furball, and dump her in the front bedroom, where she still is. Oh well, I needed to get ready for work anyway. I just really want to go to bed early tonight.