I should be sleeping. Optimal word here being should.

FOH cashed out on my boob close to three hours ago. And just earlier today I was vowing that I, am definitely planning to start going to sleep when he falls asleep.

Note to self: stop saying shit like that because we all know that as soon as those sorts of declarations are made, it just doesn’t happen. I think it must defy some sort of natural Law of The Universe.

Plus, it’s hard to tell yourself to go to bed when there’s piles of laundry that you meant to do four days ago and oh sweet beautiful Jesus, the silence. The nothingness! Just to simply sit and decide to re-watch season 1 of the Vampire Diaries.

Could I indulge myself anymore? Actually, yes, I could. In the form of Buckeyes.

Buckeyes and getting in some blogging time. I gotta capitalize on the time when and while I can.

I have no doubt that at some point, in the near future, I will {out of pure exhaustion}, follow close behind FOH’s bedtime footsteps, but tonight is not one of them.

Instead I am decadently declaring these late hours for me. Me me me and me alone. Gluttonous. So fun.