Tick, tick, tick...

It's quarter to 12 and I'm determined to be in bed by midnight. My sleep patterns seem to be settling into a rhythm that, if not ideal, is at least a mite better than randomly waking during the night and I'd rather not disturb what order I've regained. As it stands I'm still waking up at about 6am each morning, which I can live with. It's close to what I normally experience during the summer time, so I know I can cope with it. It is a little odd for this time of year though - normally I sleep considerably more during the winter nights. In a perfect world I'd hibernate. Bears have the right idea.

It's 10 to twelve now. I'm still going to be in bed by midnight. I should probably make some sort of preparations, but instead I'm content to spend a few more minutes typing random thoughts/nonsense. I'm trying to think of an interesting fact that I learned today, that I didn't know before, but nothing springs to mind. I find that a little sad. All the marvellous and exciting things that I could have learned but didn't. Tomorrow I shall learn something marvellous and exciting and share it with you.

It's five to twelve now. The witching hour is near upon me. Time for all the good little boys and girls to be tucked up in bed. And the rest of us all too.

2 minutes to 12. I just remembered it's pancake Tuesday today and I didn't make any pancakes. Although I suppose the point of the day was to rid the house of flour and sugar and eggs in preparation for lent, and given that I currently don't have any flour and sugar and eggs, the day has obviously been a marked success. I feel hungry now. I wonder what I can make myself to eat in the one minute to twelve I have left.

Hmm... let me think. I know I can... oh darn. It's gone 12.

Byeee......