Klondikes/Why Am I Awake?

After waking up to my dog, Hunter, sleeping with his business end in my face around an hour ago...I am wide awake. This would almost be fine if it were 24 hours from now, when I'll most likely be at a bar celebrating the end of the school year with A Whole Lotta Alcohol (AWLA, for future reference - isn't that what all education peeps do?)...however in four hours I must begin my morning ritual for the last day of work. So what does one do when awoken in such an uncouthly manner?

Eat a Klondike Bar!

I've rationalized that although throughout the day I monitor my food intake, 2:30 AM is within a magical hour in which these calories do not count. Especially since I was fully expecting to fall right back asleep and forget the Klondike incident. Instead, the sugar rush has me watching HGTV and planning out home renovations, looking up cupcake recipes, status-commenting to everyone I know on Facebook, further annoying my Twitter followers with bursts of wisdom, and scratching my mosquito bites (literal ones, not a euphemism).

Then I created a blog. Welcome.

Did I mention it was a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup flavored Klondike Bar?