I’m trying not to think about it, because if I do, I feel a strange hotness come into my cheeks. Let’s face it — when it gets late, your mind turns about itself and you begin writing some of the weirdest things you’ve ever written. Some of it can be good, mind you, but in my case it usually is bad. Very bad. So bad that one of the first comments of such a early morning writing started with this lovely intro: “Unfortunately, I really hate this.”

You know it’s bad when they say that. :P

So why exactly did I stay up till three last night, writing, when I probably should have been doing physics, math, or chemistry homework? Or, better yet, sleeping? I have no clue. I think it’s probably because, as writers, we are a funny species who should probably get our heads examined.

(As a side note, yes I have actually gotten my head examined. You will be happy to know that my head is in perfect condition!)

Anyway, so right now I am wondering if I should open up the Word document that contains my — er — early morning revision. If one could call it that. At two o’clock this morning, I was sure that it was the most brilliant thing ever, but now that it’s actually a somewhat lucid hour, I’m pretty sure it holds much potential for random comedy. That, or the rubbish bin.

Oh well!

If it sucks, then I shall laugh myself silly. And if it’s not that bad? Who knows! But for tonight, I think I shall actually go to bed early…