I really have to stop…

I really have to stop staying up so late (11 p.m.) -- it makes me super-groggy when I wake up at my normal time (between 5-6). Am trying to convince myself that if I go out and finish mowing the lawn now (while it is still shady and cool back there), I can reward myself with an episode of West Wing. My brain is insisting that no, no, it really needs the West Wing *first*, with tea, in order to ease into the day. Which would make total sense, except Mr. Sun is not going along with this argument at all.