I'm Fogged In

For whatever reason, my brain refused to shut down last night like it should. I don't think the bowl of vanilla ice cream with Hershey's syrup was enough to do the trick, nor should have the cold-air-enhanced sound of traffic on US 27. Nonetheless, I coherently remember seeing 1:00 on the clock this morning, making the alarm at 6:00 (and 6:09, and 6:18, and 6:27, and 6:36, and 6:45) all the more vicious.