Some boring stuff about sleep and coffee

I woke up this morning in a panic, because I was awake but didn't hear an alarm going off. That almost always means I have slept through my alarm, and that was in fact true this morning. I had planned on being at work at 8 or 8:30, and I didn't wake up until 9:15. Hopped in the shower, left for work without brushing my hair, only to discover upon my arrival that I don't seem to still have a hairbrush at work. But Will made me coffee, which pretty much made my morning. The idea was I got coffee because I was coming in to work early (well, technically on time), but I got coffee anyway. I think we may have just officially broken the reward system for arriving at work on time.

My body really seems to be forcing my hand on the sleep issue. I didn't sleep last night until a little before 2, and apparently my body demanded 7+ hours of sleep. Last week was a sleep nightmare, and I made up for it by basically sleeping my whole weekend away. Which of course has already screwed things up for getting back on a regular sleep schedule for this week.