cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

I must type quickly before I faceplant into my keyboard and sleep at the table for the night. I think that Downwood might try to get me up the stairs to a bed, but I can totally see him abandoning my limp, snoring form in the middle of the staircase, leaving me to slide down the stairs to a huddled pile in front of the door where I will be awakened at dawn by the dog bounding down the stairs, crushing my ribcage, looking for me to take her on her morning stroll.

*yawn*

When I get tired, I talk a lot.

After a minor meltdown, the evening recovered very well. Got some good talking and good painting in (what color hair do gnomes have?). Then, I decided to go all out. I took a wonderful bath with the Waving Not Drowning bath bomb from Lush (text of inspiratory poem under cut below). After wrapping up in flannel jammies, I came downstairs to a mug of Godiva hot chocolate laced with Godiva dark chocolate liqueur. The final touch was a piece of dark chocolate filled with a darker chocolate ganache. At this precise moment, it is good to be me.

( Not Waving But Drowning )