What could I possibly have to say at this late hour? Yet, strangely, I do some of my best thinking when my brain should be in the "off" position.

My sleep debt finally caught up to me this week, yet now I can't sleep again. I'm not particularly amused.

Today I put pictures of my cats in frames my uncle gave me quite some time ago. Actually, I think I received the frames around the same time I last saw my cats. I miss them. Sometimes I miss my pets more than I miss certain humans. Is that bad? Or does that happen to everyone at some point?