grumble, grumble, frikkin awake at frikkin 3am.
Never a good time.
Mind full of dumb stuff and won't stop or slow down or make with the rational.
Knowing that I have a full day of Torby-wrangling ahead does not help.
I swear he knows when I haven't had enough sleep and picks those days to be extra clingy and two-year-old-ish.
Hmm, I think I shall go have a warm shower and watch some Pride and Prejudice again.