What is it about you having a lousy night’s sleep that makes everyone else so awful? It seems that way, doesn’t it? You have a night of broken, interrupted, just plain lousy sleep, and the next day people are driving like they’ve been lobotomized, humming and hawing about their Starbucks order in front of you, and asking you the same stupid question at work that you’ve already answered half a dozen times. Seriously, is the universe just messing with you? Is there a hidden cam