For maybe a quarter-hour I stared at the ceiling. My body needed more sleep, but my mind wouldn't relax. I had made the decision to bug out. It wasn't one of those logical decisions where you weigh the pros and the cons, and then say categorically, "I select option A." It was more a case of recognizing that some part of your mind has already been persuaded by emotional factors, and knowing that logic wouldn't change the feeling in your heart.