How did I manage to sleep till 12:45?

For some reason my body always seems to want ten hours of sleep on the weekend. I personally don't approve of this feeling. Yes, it's good to be rested and all. Heck, I feel wonderful, except for the lingering remnants of the cold lurking in my nose, in precisely the right spot to tickle it mercilessly. But I have people to see and things to do, and I feel like I've wasted the day.

Ah well. With any luck, I won't suffer too much. :)