I didn't wake up til midnight.
Then I stumbled upstairs, brushed my teeth, and fell asleep again until 6am.
I really do feel surprisingly alert right now, but I'm afraid that might just be the coffee talking.
All that sleep also resulted in me have a crapload of weird dreams, involving (in no particular order):
Cat astronauts, Keifer Sutherland, a slimy toenail eating monster, a car driving off an overpass, JC Pennys, Jimmy Buffet, me lipsyncing a song with Garth Brooks (or possibly Trace Atkins) that was written by my sixth grade teachers, Ariel and Eric from The Little Mermaid, a huge sandstorm, and a CD shaped like a tiny little leather jacket.
NEW BONES TONIGHT HEEE
(I know they all keep telling us that the you know what in the finale is real, but I'm still expecting to get screwed over. So to speak.)