...is by waking in the middle of the night with awful heartburn, playing a mind-numbing video game for 45 minutes, watching some tango videos, returning to bed, lying there unable to sleep for more than an hour, then going for a weirdly uplifting 6am bike ride along the Charles with the Beatles doing their thing on the headphones. I saw one of the biggest goddamn centipedes I've ever seen on the way out of the apartment - it (the sight of it, not the actual centipede) nearly killed me; on the way in I looked for it but it was gone, and Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Game' kept things easygoing. Now, of course, I have that sleepless nausea feeling I associate with bothering to go to a 9am class (aah 6.034, I only attended you twice, and both times I regretted it), but since I've burned my excess calories for the day the world looks like it might spin my way for a damn change.
Actually now that I think about it the proper way to begin the day would be to do the above after a full night's sleep and a morning cup of fruity gelatin snack. You want it to be one way. But it's the other way.