It is 2am, exactly. I stayed up in the hope that I would:
- Read some more of 'Man Walks Into a Room'
- Tidy my room
- Write some more of my novel
- Defrag my computer
- Pluck my eyebrows
- Attempt to make my bed to a decent enough standard that it doesn't fall apart the second I get into it.
IT IS TWO IN THE MORNING AND I HAVE DONE NOTHING FOR ABOUT EIGHT FRICKING HOURS.
Lord help my spine in this, its time of need.