Fuck you Thursday morning

When I am awake but not really whoever i am talking to in my sleep starts repeating my name over and over ignoring my responds of What? I never get angry and they never tell me what they want. This is how I know I am awake. Now that I've worked it out as soon as I hear my name I panic because I don't want to face the world, not yet. I want night eternal, nocturnal bliss. And I want to know why my phone was left in a pay phone and what kind of mugger only steals your jeans. Seriously, fuck you mind. My head hurts, I can't remember what I dreamed and what I actually did (which is a worry)(oh no my jeans are on the floor, safe) and I have about 5 hours to kill now before I trundle on the bus to see what strange new world is lurking for me today. Fuck you.

I appear to have skint my knee. What am I? 5?