Could someone explain to me why, for the love of little green apples, I'm still up? I'm bored, but I'm not really tired, so going to bed seems like a waste of time. However, I know that should I embark on some major project (like dying yarn with Kool-aid, my taxes, trying to get Blogger to play nice with the books I've read - oh, stop rolling your eyes at me! I'm going to get it right at some point!) I'm going to start dozing off.
To hell with this. I'm going to bed now.
