..I can barely keep my eyes open.
I'd really like to drive up to the service station and buy some chocolate, but the idea of trying to get the car out of the garage at 2:30am puts me off.
I could sleep, but I'm not finished yet.
Last night, I just passed out. When I woke up in the morning, I had a fright. I was kicking myself. I can't even remember going to sleep.
Coffee? Yes, coffee. Cola isn't cutting the cheese. Time to move on to something a little *harder*.