I really really really need to go to bed.
Just two more pages of lolcats.
You know me so well... except you don't. Or maybe you do.
I'm of several minds, always. I know what waking does to me, I know what happens after a week of sleep deprivation, at least for me, and yet there's no stopping me, no natural instinct that says "FFS". Yet it's not natural to me, not something that must be. It's always something in the way of something else.
And why am I replying in the first place? Because I'm there again.