Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

I planned to sleep early tonight.
I used plan in past tense for a reason.
Look at the time.

At about 2am, Ben went to bed. So I told myself I ought to sleep too cause I don't wanna delay my cheesy meal anymore.
Then, my stomach started to complain. Fine, I cooked noodles and sausages and I really felt so guilty for eating so much I wished I was bulimic.
Adding on, I spent about 45 minutes in the washroom brushing my teeth and ruining my already ruined complexion. Sometimes I really hope my fingers aren't that active when it comes to issues on my face.
And who knew? It's 5.45am now.
I've spent the last hour doing Facebook quizzes.

What the fuck is happening to me?


Owl City is really awesome. I've got Vanilla Twilight stuck in my head, not that I'm complaining.