I got about three hours of sleep, but only after Mass. Of course, while I was sleeping all the ashes rubbed off my forehead. Damn it, the ashes are my favorite part of Ash Wednesday! (Then again, every Mass is a chance to see an actual, honest to God - forgive the pun - miracle. Transsubstantiation: just anther great reason to be Catholic.) Also, fast days suck, especially fast days when you're on only three hours sleep. I'm going to go to bed now, primarily so that breakfast will get here all the sooner.