It’s 12:06 am, and I’m very drowsy. Usually, I’ll go to sleep so I can get some work done in the morning, but for some reason, I feel like talking. And as I have no one to talk to, I’ll have to make due with writing. I actually wrote an entry earlier today, and two entries in one day is quite rare. It always seems to be the night, when I’m restless, that my loquacity is uncontrollable.

The Christmas Victoria Secret catalogue came in this week, courtesy of the previous resident, and there isn’t a single redhead in the issue. I’m very disappointed.