At least when my brain wants to practice French, I can sit up, write a couple of notes in an attempt to appease it, realize that now I’m fully the opposite of tired and finish editing a novel. Which brings us to the fact that it’s now 5:29am. And see, this likes to happen when I have morning plans the next day. Soooo aside from that women’s breakfast not being on the menu anymore (heh. breakfast. menu.) – I’m hoping to at least do any of the other desired activities.
In other news, I heart Catherine Tate. And I can’t stop thinking about my favorite Aga Saga sketch.
Aaaand I think I’ll post an Elaine Figgis sketch later, because I heart.