...oi. Figures.

Night before starting a new job. Early to bed. Pleasant endcap on the evening.What's the one thing I wind up being unable to do all night?

Helloooo, Insomnia.  *facepalms* I remember when I used to harness you for the power of good. Well, crappy isolated microfic vignettes that never went anywhere. Half-arsed school assignments. Ah, that's right, you were a bit pants when we got right down to it, which is why I made friends with sleep and started putting those hours to a slightly more productive use. I'll grant I'm a bit more nocturnal than most, but really, I wake up no later than 7:30 most days because six months of Chinese class at 9:00 in the bloody morning have crippled my ability to sleep in. It is inconcievable that I was awake for fewer than seventeen hours yesterday, and unusually active ones compared to the absolutely murderous slow pace the last few days have carried. Surely, on such a night, you could've politely sodded off and let me have me seven-and-a-half without incident or regret?

Remorseless bloody bint. Now I have to call upon that other abstraction who is so lauded by those of a geekly persuasion (on the thoroughly misbegotten theory that overindulgence and self-sacrificing behavior are somehow endearing). That's right, Insomnia--it's your favorite old accomplice, Coffee.