My reaction to this realization was something like this.
But, despite that, my day pretty much rocked. I've come to the conclusion that any day when I wake up before ten in the morning is going to be a good day. It puts me in a spring time frame of mind. You laugh, but it's true -- no matter what time I finally close my eyes and sleep, the earlier I wake up the more productive and cheerful I am during the day.
It's a weird, weird thing.
However, starting tommorow, I've *got* to buckle down. (My version of stress release today was to spend several hours in the library, watch PotC -- also, shoutout to latxcvi: SPARRINGTON! -- get lost while looking for "the perfect takeout place", and party). So if you don't see me around I'm probably off cobbling together a term paper and a workshop story for next week.