I caught three hours of sleep a short while ago, and I awakened with the realisation that I AM SUCH A SPANAKOPETA. And until I was a triangular spanakopeta no longer, I shall never again know sleep.
I've just walked the very exuberant Hershey, and busted open the fingernail of my right index finger on his leash. My digits are still frozen from the cold morning air, but I think it shall hurt signifigantly once thawed.
Despite this, and the spanakopeta thing, I shall now try to sleep for four hours.
. . . . . . . . . . . oy.