...these stupid internet quizzes are scarily accurate.
Maybe it's just because I'm so fucking tired all the time and the thought of being able to sleep late (ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!) is like a siren call to me. Maybe because I've developed a serious caffeine addiction due to this whole lack of sleep bullshit. Maybe because the idea of snuggling back into the covers is just. so. appealing. right now. Maybe because I've started to dream about huge expanses of bed, covered in white sheets, white duvets, white, downy pillows and billowing white bed curtains (it's like a cross between the Pottery Barn catalog and Remains Of The Day) and a soft-footed maid to bring me tea and the Sunday New York Times. That last fantasy has replaced Johnny Depp AND George Clooney as my lust du jour. That's how tired I am, people.