This really isn't that late for me. This is a child holding a bottle of whiskey and calling himself a drunkard. This is a teenager downing a glass of wine and naming herself an alcoholic.
You get the point. But I have school tomorrow (all girls catholic boarding school, yay) and I have to get up a 6:15, don an itchy, boxy uniform shirt, and a gray skirt that's been through too many washing cycles and is always too short.
I have a complicated relationship with sleep.
Speak of the Devil, it's time to try and dream.