So, I have four alarm clocks, my phone, 160 watts of incandescent lighting pointing straight at my face, my laptop playing MP3s, three different psychotropic medications, several years of therapy, personal pride, the expectations of my boss (and her boss) and self-loathing anxiety all battling to get me out of bed and to work on time.

Let’s see how it matches up against bipolar depression tomorrow morning, shall we?