Last night I barely slept because I fighting Voldemort and looking for Horcruxes in my sleep.
It spills over into my daytime, too. Because I am so engrossed in the book, and I'm usually exhausted to boot, I sometimes really believe that I am able to perform magic. For a brief moment yesterday, I actually thought I could conjure up a sandwich without getting off the couch by simply uttering, "Accio sandwich!" (It's a Summoning Charm, for all you Muggles out there.) If only it were that easy.