I have to wake up for a class in 5 and a half hours. Well, that's if I want to get my omelet. Now I'm weighing my love for those omelets (being that they are the greatest thing that Lane has accomplished...ever) against my absolute adoration of sleep.
Part of the reason I can't sleep is because I keep thinking about the omelet. That's pretty sad, really.
Now, I realize that I don't have any readers. But here's a lullaby in case some insomniac stumbles across this blog.
Listening to it, I think I may just be a bit sleepier already.