It’s past 4:30 a.m. and I really, really, really should go to sleep.

But noooo.  I’m letting the Internet eat my life instead.

No one makes sense at 4 a.m., I tell ya. This is the perfect time to make promises you don’t intend to keep.

You can always blame it on being drunk. Or tired.

(Can you believe it? I’m not drunk!)

My mind is scrambled. I have no idea what to do next.

Temporizing. Procrastinating. Wasting time.

Damn it.