You do a dangerous thing: Without resetting the alarm, you lie back down ... just for ten more minutes or so. Somehow, you manage to rouse yourself again at the end of that, you get dressed, desperately hoping that you won't, in your sleep-deprived stupor, forget your pants ... that kind of a show your co-workers don't need.
The ride to work is a blur. You assume you were in a car, though it might just as easily have been a rickshaw for all you know, given your current state of alertness. You get to work, stagger into your office, and proceed to write an LJ entry, hoping that the words you have strung together randomly will look like sentences. Good night.
