Nope, this isn't a joke... yes, I'm actually awake... and yes, I've slept already. :) Witness, if you will, the amazing recuperative powers of the scary white girl... :)

So I get home probably about 2:15 or something like that... I'm EXTREMELY drunk, as is obviously going to happen when I down three and half wine cooler type things, and a shot of tequila in... oh, about an hour and a half... :) I've got a leftover chicken strip in the fridge, so I eat that and start reading some magazine on the table... then I decide that the living room floor is a great place to sleep, and lay down in there... and spill water all over the living room floor, and then eventually get to bed.

I wake up at 7:30 a.m., completely out of the blue (no neighbors getting honked at this time). I feel fine. I get up, get some ibuprofen and a vitamin, and go back to bed. But I'm not tired any more. So I get up, completely fine, take a shower, and now I'm here. And I'm hungry. So I'm gonna go eat now, and then come back and concoct some more evilness for Random Patterns.

Do I scare anyone yet? :)