I suppose I was wound up pretty tightly after last night. I got home, crashed on the couch for an hour, then watched TV in bed for another hour and fell asleep. 20 minutes into the lovely sleep, my upstairs neighbor dropped something heavy on her floor, waking me up. And I couldn't get back to sleep. You know those commercials for sleeping pills where the person keeps looking at their clock, seeing how late it is and saying to themself, "Well, if I fall asleep now, I'll get [insert number here] hours of sleep..." Yeah, that was me last night. My mind was running at warp speed, and the later it got, the more stressed out I got -- not just over the things I was already stressing about already, but also over the fact that I'm going to have to haul my sorry ass into work and down about a gallon of coffee to power me through today, when I'll be at work for the better part of 12-13 hours.