Coffee Before Bed So I Can Watch the Squirrels Bounce
Last night's sleep was ... rough at best. Starting around 3:00 a.m., and with no discernible cause, I started waking up frequently, and even when I was asleep I was having noisy dreams that kept me from getting rest. I don't remember most of them now, but I remember there was one about a very normal contemporary suburban elementary school that just happened to be sitting on a snow-swept mountaintop, and there was another about a CHAMPIONS campaign I was going to run in which the mastermind villain called himself "Deuce" and was actually Two-Face, in his eighties and still batty as a bedbug -- and I was debating with the police NPCs from the campaign the details of Two-Face's headquarters and what "powers" should represent the various gadgets therein. I was also trying to figure out a way to work Dr. Destroyer into it.
When morning came, in my dazed half-sleeping state, I tried to explain to laurie_robey how I felt after these nocturnal adventures, and having fallen asleep without realizing it I told her, "It's like I had coffee before bed so I could watch the squirrels bounce." Which simultaneously makes no sense whatsoever, yet perfectly captures exactly how I feel.