Writing is no fun. Not till every single time you've written something, you hum that old PF song "Thought I'd something more to say...". But hell, you'd wanna spill your life out on your already cluttered desk anyway. 'Cos you are just the kind who'd do that, I guess.
Anyway, I must start getting some regular sleep. After all, I aint getting any younger. I aint an insomniac you know. But I've always hated sleeping. Like I would miss something if I do. I dunno, there must be someone else who feels like that.