There’s nothing wrong with taking a bath in the middle of the night.

While providing a virtual counselling service for your boyfriend via text. Nope. Nothing wrong with that at all.

I’m now preparing to start tidying my room, because I can’t see the floor at all and it’s covered in food, books, clothes and piles of crap that I’m getting rid of. And a shelf that my brother threw at me this morning.

I would like to start by saying that I’m not an insomniac. I just happen to be at my most productive in the middle of the night. Or at least, Middle-Of-The-Night Me thinks so. Morning Me wakes up and looks at the products of Middle-Of-The-Night Me’s activities and tries to drown herself in her cereal bowl.

I have just realised that I’ve written about myself as two separate people in the third person. I would just like to point out that I’m not schizophrenic. Or at least, this half of me isn’t. I’m just kidding – or am I????

No, I’m joking…I think.

I don’t know why I’m such a night time person. I don’t like the dark. I love sleeping. I get sleepy quite early in the evening. So why do I suddenly feel like being productive at night?

I’m going to Google it.

Apparently I’m depressed.

Or an owl.

Or a vampire.

Personally, I like the idea of being an owl.

So imma go practice my owl skills by tidying my room. That is how amazing my life is.

 

**UPDATED – My floor is clear. Unfortunately (and entirely by accident, I promise), my bed has become covered in stuff.**