It wasn't, "Abby, are you going for a run today?" but, "Abby, get up. You are going for a run." What did I do to deserve that?

I went to bed around midnight last night, fell asleep almost immediately, and couldn't get out of bed this morning. My mom tried to wake me up twice, and the second time she succeeded not only waking me up, but getting me up as well. Yes, I got up, put on my running clothes, and collapsed back onto my bed, where my cat curled up on top of my legs and temporarily prevented me from going anywhere even if I had wanted to. The only reason I am up now, is because Erin's cat wouldn't shut up. So don't bother me today, I might smack you the next time I see you.