I should be half dead right now.

I'm not tired.

That scares me a little. Here's why:

First of all, my friends and I decided to go to the midnight showing of Transformers 2 this morning/last night, but it was sold out... so we ended up going to the 3am showing instead. Most of them slept a few hours that afternoon, but I decided to just stay up. Not only that, I didn't eat anything at all between work that day and the movie (except a few gummy bears). Just before the movie, I went to Beto's with my friend Maren Wilkerson and got a breakfast burrito, but I barely finished half of it due to stomach shrinkage.

If that wasn't bad enough, I got less than two hours of sleep after the movie. Upon waking, I had a stale donut for breakfast and rode my bike to work, where I slogged through a full eight-hour shift with only one break, which lasted less than ten minutes. Then I rode my bike home--uphill the entire way--and that pretty much brings us to right now.

And I'm not tired. Or maybe this is all just a dream, and in real life I'm currently in a coma. Only time will tell :P