This is exactly how my last five minutes went.

[apocalypsos]

Me: *wakes up two minutes before cell phone alarm goes off* BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
Otis: *pokes me with paw* Mama, get up. Mama, get up. MAMA --
Me: ARBLGARBLgimmeaminuteARBLGARBL. *picks up netbook, checks LJ*
Otis: *pokepokepoke*
Me: Knock it off, you, I'll get to you in a -- HOMIGOD YULETIDE MADNESS IS OPEN?! *bolts out of bed, feeds cat, puts a cup of water into the microwave for tea, has two hours to write the stories she didn't have the mental energy to work on last night*

EDIT: Damn it, why can't I call in sick with Yuletide? I have THINGS TO WRITE OMIGOD.