"Oh man what the fuck am I doing up at 12:50 in the morning?" you ask.

I am currently:
- slurring my speech
- grinning because I just blew up the Death Star... again.
- shivering because I'm sitting next to an air con which will probably end up kicking me into some sick sick... sickness.
- head asplode.

I really should consider sleeping earlier, but I've grown accustom to being up at this time.