I just know it!
Monday night, after a basically sugarless day, I went to bed around midnight and set my alarm for 8. I got up when it rang and felt great. Last night, I indulged on a root beer float -- one of the final foamy delights I'll drink for a year (at least). I went to bed around midnight and set my alarm for 8. This morning, I hit the snooze thrice. I could not get me to get up. That, friends, is no stinkin' coincidence.