Bleh.

As I said I was going to do yesterday, I spent last night at a friend's house after a party of his. Despite only going to bed at about 2:30 – still significantly earlier than everyone else, from what I can gather – I actually got a relatively good night's sleep.

Still, it wasn't great and I do want to get to bed so I think I'll keep this short again. Not as short as yesterday's but don't expect any essays.


Okay, it's about 20 minutes later and I've just remembered that I'm still writing this. I probably should have written it earlier, as always, but I didn't have any urgent homework or much else to do, so I figured I'd take the day off.

Actually, time seems to just be flying by now. Ever since the summer holidays, 8 weeks of glorious free time, weekends seem pretty darned insignificant. It maybe doesn't help that I've been doing various irregular activities this weekend, but it definitely doesn't feel like Sunday night at all. I feel like I could stay up longer and just lie in tomorrow before doing my homework. But I can't because tomorrow is Monday. Admittedly, I have all of one lesson on Mondays, but I still have extra work to do during my free periods.

I still haven't found the time to write up anything for my fiction blog. Not even an introduction. I may try doing that in school tomorrow, depending on how busy the common room gets.

...

You know what? The whole “going to bed at 2:30” thing is really starting to catch up to me now, so I'm going to call it a night. Normally, I'd promise something super special awesome for tomorrow's 200th post but, honestly, I promise nothing.

Actually, I've had a rather amusing chunk of dialogue in my head for a while now that involves the phrase “I promise nothing”. And no, you can't see it now.

Since it's becoming my catchphrase and I have nothing more conclusive to say, have a nice day.

Hey, that sorta rhymes.

And that was sorta conclusive. As is this.