Too Much Perfection?

I am so sleepy. So much so, that I am terrified to even blink. I think if I even closed my eyes for a split second, they may fuse permanently shut. That is why I have been on the computer for hours. You know, if you are on the computer you rarely blink. So I'm just saving myself the trouble of falling into a zombie-like trance that includes incredibly loud snoring.

I didn't stay up too late last night. I was in bed before midnight, which is about normal for me. Or nothing late enough to illicit this sort of feeling from me today, at least. However, the wutz woke up at 4am and declared he wanted to go in the othe room which is what he calls the living room. I am not sure when I fell back asleep, DH claims the wutz finally stopped chattering around 5:30am.

You can imagine my surprise when my eyes flittered open to alight upon the alarm clock that read 7:02am. gasp I have to be at work at 7:30am and we live 30 miles from my office. Needless to say, but I'll say it anyways, I dove out of bed and did an amazing flight of the bumblebee to get dressed and get coffee poured. I flew out the door and pushed down on the gas pedal a little more than legal. Okay, okay. A lot more than legal.

I was still late, though. By 8 minutes.

Yeah. I got up, dressed, out the door, and to work in 38 minutes flat. *preens*

All that to say, I think my poor wake-up this morning actually prevented me from fully waking up.

I so so need my bed. Stat.