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.