I'm up really late purging and organizing before we move next week.
I made the tragic blunder of indulging in a brownie and coffee at Starbucks after 7 pm.
My wife and I went out on a date earlier.
I realized at some point when I was eating it that those crunches in my mouth were not chocolate chips; rather they were coffee beans.
Holy Java Stimulants, Batman!
I tried to sleep but I couldn't even relax my jaw.
I should go to bed but I'm liable to wake my wife with a fit of tryingtogetcomfortable maneuvers.
She's been waking up and packing stuff anyway. She wakes up in the middle of the night and thinks of things to do for our move and then gets out of bed and does them on the spot.
She would have been a good vampire.
But that would suck for me.
I better go to bed.