So why is it 1:54 in the morning and I'm still awake?
The basement is flooding slowly as the rain falls and I feel the need to suck up the water periodically.
The election results are tricklng in and I can't help myself...at all.
The cough medicine hasn't quite kicked in.
I have this really weird clock that tells me that it's time to get up late and go to bed late.
But most of all I've turned three again and don't want to give up the day because it was such a good one. Ever have one of those days where everything goes the way you want it to? One that's so good that you don't mind paying $5 for an hour's worth of parking? Yes, it was that good of a day.
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