3 am.

Yep. It's 3 a.m. and I don't like myself very much. Do not ask me why, as I didn't dislike myself 4 hours ago but just now I am peeved. No doubt just made the idea a whole sight worse by raiding the fridge for a load of cheese and bread and white wine.



Bread gives you an upset belly, alcohol makes you depressed, cheese gives you nightmares, night owl behaviour gives you the grumps, yeah, you name it, I'm doing it. Don't ask why but I've started so I'll finish. Bleugh.