UPDATE: I got back to bed and managed to sleep another four hours -- I feel great and back on a normal human's sleep cycle. For some reason, my body keeps trying to tell me we work the night shift, but we don't.
And I made that decision. Gonna put the SOB on a mountain top, Spartan-style. (Nah, I'm kidding. I'll do the civil thing.) I asked myself what would Jesus do? And the answer was, "Freak out and turn over tables." :) Then I prayed and didn't get an answer at all, which I usually interpret to mean, figure it out.