6 am.

Yes, it is 6 am. Not 6 am because I woke up so early (on a Saturday! Pshaw) but 6 am because I haven't been to sleep yet.

It sounds much cooler than it really is.

Right now, I am at the place where I feel awake enough to maybe make it through most of the day. I realize that that's preposterous, but in my head it completely makes sense right now. I got home and took a shower and brushed my teeth and am debating the merits of trying to stay up.

Merits of Trying to Stay Up:
I won't ruin my sleep schedule.
I get to claim that I didn't go to sleep last night, making me look wacky and interesting?
I get to look wacky and interesting?
My hair gets time to dry because I do not own a blowdryer.

Merits of Going to Sleep:
Sleep.
Even if I ruin my sleep schedule, it's been ruined before and will get over it, probably by forcing it into a loveless union with exhaustion.
sleep.
I'm going to be useless for the rest of the day if I don't even attempt to sleep.
I'd rather not be useless for the rest of the day?
I appear responsible and adultlike.
Sleep.

I think the "Going to Sleep" side wins.