Why must I torture myself?

I've had about two hours of sleep so far this morning. And I can't believe the temptation to stay up is even crossing my mind. Pounding headache from the evil sunshine. Suddenly realizing I didn't eat anything last night while I was being a social butterfly at the QMatch profile viewing and hanging out with my friends. Or anything since then. Trying to decide if this recipe for Indonesian Style Spinach Salad only sounds good because I'm tired, cranky and starving. (Peanut butter and lime juice? C'mon! That can't be right!) Pizza sounds much, much better but no one delivers at 10am. And did I mention that the housing inspector decided she needed to come back and check one more thing?!? I was just getting over the ulcer I was giving myself worrying about her first visit. I think a nap might put some things into focus. Let's go poochies.