My night/morning went a little like so:

Work: Well, we can trade your evening Christmas Day shift for an earlier one.... how does 5:45 am sound?
Sleep: I'll be around in a little while. Get started without me.
TV: You again. Well, have this. You've seen it before, right?
Sleep: Ten minutes, I swear. Be right there.
Internet Explorer: [sneezes and flops over]
Firefox: Here I come to save the.... good lord, is that the time?
Yuletide: I'm still here! I require coherence!
Sleep: You know what? I'm just going to go do something over here. Don't go anywhere.
Studying: I'm still here! I require coherence! I'm dry like sandpaper in a tanning salon!
Ceiling: [is there]
Sleep: Oh, you're still waiting. Oop. Sorry. Good lord, is it really 5 am?
Me: [ded]
Phone: It's your 8 am wake-up call that you requested last night!
Sleep: Oh, it's okay. I'll be around a while yet. Have a hug.
Dream image of boyfriend: GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT
Doorbell: Am I interrupting something?
Utility Guy: Due to the big freaking hole we're digging in the ditch, the water's going to be shut off in about half an hour. For pretty much the rest of the day. Cheers!
Sleep: Is that my mother calling?

...

Breakfast this morning will consist of eggs, sausage, and Boondock fucking Saints. Anyone interrupting will get one of the three in the eye.