I hate that: feeling like it’s later than it actually is. I woke up this morning at eleven, now it’s not even midnight yet, and I can hardly keep my head up already. Having a cold is not a human experience. Makes you act against your own nature. I can not go to bed at such a time, I have to go through my nightly blog patrol, it’s vital. I’ve already postponed it for two days because I was too tired or too busy. How am I gonna live with this? My bed is calling me. It knows my middle name, and it knows how to lure me into its sheets…