I got ten hours of sleep and new-found respect for myself yesterday. My mind is trying to convince my body that last night's ten hours allows me to stay up a little longer tonight... I don't think it's working. My body's positively aching for my very snuggly, very comfy bed right now. I think I will give in soon, but knowing me, I'd most probably wait until the Restless Leg Syndrome kicks in and forces me out of this chair and into bed. I need water. And I need to ramble. Or perhaps not, because I'm already starting to feel that annoyingly familiar tingling in my toes and ankles. Okay I should go for my own good.