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Based On Actual, Late-Night Events

I'm sitting at my computer, late last night, re-typing all of my writings onto my brand spankin' new computer *huggles it* and in the midst of my fingers about to catch fire, my brain tells me

STOP! You are thirsty~

So, as rare an event as it is, I obey what my conscious tells me, and stop to get something to drink because I'm apparently thirsty. On my way down the stairs, I accidentally step on my kitten's tail. Oatmeal, my kitten, prepares a counter-attack and bites viciously at my ankle and I'm trying to keep from yelling since its... around 2 in the morning? I don't remember, anyhow, Oatmeal is gnawing at my ankle as I make my way down three more steps until my fuzzy socks slip on the stairs and my butt decides to help me down the rest of the way. Oatmeal is still like

GAH YOU FIEND! You tail-stepper-onner!

And I let that silly cat continue to bat and claw and n** at my ankle, because at this point I'm more worried about a broken butt... if that can even happen. But I eventually make it to the kitchen and flip on the light switch to be scared out of my wits. It's not like you expect to see somebody perched on top of your counters eating cookies in the dark. Je-SUS. Derek greets me with a happy, I-Love-My-Life smile, which indicates to me why he got home at around one instead of ten, and I just wave, grabbing my water, and leaving back upstairs.

Now, I had to make another trip down to get some more water because half way up the stairs my feet decide to slip out from under me again and I fall up the stairs ((which I seem to do more often than fall down them)) and the water spills. When I return to the kitchen, I see that Derek is gone, but the platter of empty cookies is still there. So I take the platter, and while I'm delivering it to the sink, my silly Derek pops out from around the counter and screams

BOO!

And I, for some unknown inner instinct-like reason, swing the platter into the poor boy's head. That taught him never to scare me at such an hour of the night ((very early morning)) again. After I put a bandaid on the gigantic lump on his forehead, I deliver my water upstairs, eventually unhinging Oatmeal from my ankle, and drinking the well deserved glass of liquid.

About an hour later, nature called.
I brought an old text book, wore shoes, and a hard hat I got from Drew one Christmas.

Lesson: Have a regular sleep pattern. Don't stay up until six and get up around one, having a nap in between six and seven, and then repeat it until you decide to go to sleep around two, messing up your entire schedule... I really do need to fix that..

Theend.