Dear friends, I really thought I was done for. I really thought that I would nod off, bolt awake, discover that four hours had elapsed, and have to hang my head in shame and disgrace. It was time to call out the big guns: More coffee. Radical ice-cube therapy applied to the top of my head, back of my neck, temples, elbows. Nice raucous music. The works. Everything worked a little—it kept me awake, but didn’t make me particularly inclined to move.
Then I heard the telltale plink of my IM: a note from Bunni, saying simply: WAKE UP!!!!!!
Yes, ma’am. 
As we chatted, I found something in one of Julie’s cookbooks that is worth sharing. In 30. 