Last night, I slept.
I went to bed at 9:30. By accident. I fell asleep watching Hare and Guu upstairs on the bedroom TV, where I'd been sharing it with Bob. It happened so suddenly that when I woke up at 3 am, I was still in my work clothes. I shucked myself out of them in a stupor and rolled over back to sleep immediately.
It was glorious. I crashed. Just totally crashed. And when I woke up I felt alive, and happy, and able to crack witty jokes. At 6:45 in the morning! Even Bob was surprised.
I shall have to try this sleeping for 8 hours thing more often. I'm in a much better mood and far better able to deal with the crap that is coming my way.