I slept 10.5 lovely hours last night (signs of how tired I was last night: I drank a cup of green tea, full of caffiene, read a chapter of a book, and passed out), only waking up a couple of times and going right back to sleep, and I'm feeling a lot more human. Not perfect, but better. I'm going to stop at the store on my way to class for Sprite, Gatorade, crackers, and chicken soup (which I think I should start stocking, as one or the other of us has been sick all winter. This is what I get for working in a petri dish), and muscle my way through my day.
Of course, that requires leaving my couch, doesn't it? Hrms. :)