|Mary Poppins and her lullabies can bite me
||[Feb. 26th, 2010|01:46 am]
Why is it that:
a) I have this weird compulsion to stay up late and be irresponsible, and
b) Everyone else in the world appears to have been all grownup and has gone to bed at a sane hour?
Everything about me is screaming, PLAY WITH ME. Ferrett, wisely, has patted me on the head and fled to the comfort of the covers.