I'm alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic...*sing it with me!*
Dude, it's morning. *pokes it*
It's a quarter after seven, the sun's just coming up outside my window, birds are being all twittery and pastoral, and I have a paper. And a presentation. And they're not due for another two and a half hours, which means--breakfast! And a really, really long hot shower. And a nice long nap after I come back from literary theory this afternoon.