You see, I meant to get more than two hours sleep. Especially since my parents are coming by tonight. But I was out hanging with JubJub (The Saint remains an entirely passable movie) and then I got home, and checked mail, and hopped on to PuzzlePirates for a few minutes (my sword got old while I wasn't looking) and then I realized I was almost done with the first of two New X-Men graphic novels I borrowed (Grant Morrison! Review available to those who care) and then it was two hours until work time. And I lay down, even though I wasn't sleepy.
And the weird part is, I'm not really tired. Boo. Yeah.