Blinky

Mood: bored.
Music: Foo Fighters - Everlong (acoustic version)

I am writing here to celebrate the novelty of being awake at the rare hour of 1:36 in the morning. Yes. My sleeping pattern has been rather severly obstructed as of late, and now I sit here sipping raspberry zinfandel and chuckling on the inside because - bedtime? HA! I'm above it all! I've taken to napping in intervals of 1 to four hours, three times a day, which has probably already started to manifest within me blueprints for a premature death. But hey! It's like I have the internet all to myself! Woo Hoo!

Cheerio, dahlings!

[edited to say: So far I have finished writing a Novella, learned a new word (perfidy - because it's in my novella) written a speil about tolerance which ends up putting more focus on pineapple pizza then actually on tolerance, listened to the acoustic version of Everlong about 500 million times, and had a craving for mozarella sticks. It's been quite eventful.]