I was supposed to be to sleep over an hour ago.
It's 3:30
I have to get up early tomorrow.
Eh.
Just let me carry on being the poor, sleep deprived child I am.

Excuse me while I promptly pass out on some stuffed animals and have a weird dream.
(Last night I had a dream where I met Benedict Cumberbatch in a bookstore, he was wearing a fake horse head and we became friends as we talked about unicorns. I couldn't make that up if I wanted to.)