"Good morning!"

"Humpf!" I stalked past Rita, bleary eyed because I couldn't get to sleep till about 1am.

"Not a good morning?"

"Rita, it's 8 am, and I haven't had a cup of tea, much less breakfast. This is such an unearthly hour to have a meeting. 8am! I got up at 5.30 this morning to get to uni for a 8am meeting! On my free day, no less! It's a good thing you made it a breakfast meeting! Where's the food?! Gawd, lead me to the food! This is an impossible time for coherent thoughts. I want my tea. Give me ten minutes to eat, drink my tea, digest my food, and I'll be human again. Where's the food?!"

Who's not a bear when they slept badly the night before?