Go to sleep.

My work is done.

Your work is never done! *nibbles you*

that may not make sense to me in the morning, which will be lucky for you all, ha ha!
Hee! You're at that omg, punchy! stage, aren't you? And while mostly I think, yes, go to sleep, I also think, oooooh, notes! **facepalms** It's just always lovely to hear that someone is writing furiously, so...yes. That's a good thing. But I don't mean to encourage insomnia. Eep. So you should sleep so you can keep writing tomorrow instead of waking up at the computer with a keyboard-imprint on your cheek and a lkkkjjjjjjjjooooooooooooooooo on your screen. :)

Hee! You're at that omg, punchy! stage, aren't you?

Yes. So very yes. zzzz

So you should sleep so you can keep writing tomorrow

Exactly! Though, strangely, the people who pay me seem to want me to work for *them*. I don't know what to make of that.

Go to Sleep & Goodnight.

Thank you! *g*

ah, The Implied Condom -- This bone dry, subtle sex farce was a smallish hit in the London theatah in 1997. Michael Gambon gave his usual richly rounded and vowelly performance as The Older, Fatter Man, while US import Kevin Spacey bounced around the stage like an effete ping pong ball as The Younger, Balder Man. Eventual replacement Ewan McGregor shaved off all his body hair for the role.

Bitch, you made me GOOGLE for that! *cracks up*

OMG it's way too early for me to be up. *facepalm*

*giggles madly*

dude.

1) leave all the computers on all the time.

2) buy a notebook and put it, with a pen, by the bed.

that is all.

I hear and obey. Or, perhaps...I sleep again. *g*