The mere fact that my face is not currently being temporarily tattooed with the impressions of the keys of my keyboard is astounding me right now. Or that I have only consumed two cups of coffee thus far.

I am operating, almost fully functional no less, at work currently with only an hour and a half of sleep under my belt.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get to sleep last night. It wasn't until the clock struck 7 AM when my eyes finally decided to close.

Perhaps it was the shift in time due to that lovely DST. Or perhaps how my brain just wouldn't turn off no matter how hard I pleaded with it. Bad thoughts, anxious thoughts, sexy thoughts, any thoughts at all causing my mind to run in a hamster cage wheel.

Or perhaps it was because I didn't get home from Saturday night's reverie until 5 AM Sunday morning (adjusted time, natch), and didn't actually get to sleep until 6 AM, and I didn't wake up until 3 PM.

And I was only 45 minutes late to work.

It's a miracle.