I had one of those restless, too hot/too cold, twisted up in bedding, face down and drooling sort of nights last night. It's not love that's a battlefield, it's my bed. In the wee small hours of the morning I considered popping half a sleeping pill, but then I would have lurched out of bed as a chemically induced zombie this morning rather than one brought on by sleep deprivation. Tough choice. I'm 2 hours and 40 some minutes into my work day and 2 coffees down, and I could faceplant right into my keyboard at any given moment.
And no, I have no idea why I titled this post in German.