don't you know that you're in for a show

Okay Mr J, you've been good to me lately.

I should have gone to bed like five hours ago, but I really hate sleeping alone so I just keep coming up with new reasons to stay up just a liiittle bit longer. I feel ridiculous for being afraid of the dark on a regular Wednesday night in a dull city where, as far as I know, a serial killer has never set foot. That's mainly what I'm afraid of. Serial killers (and murderers in general, I suppose). I don't really believe in ghosts or anything like that.

I used to when I was younger, though. Getting older definitely has its advantages. At least when it comes to getting rid of irrational fears. I just have a few more left to work on...

Hey, this is working! I'm feeling kind of sleepy all of a sudden. The thinking and translating is obviously too much to handle for this little (yet brilliant) brain of mine at this time of night. Very well then. I'm going to take Natasha with me in bed. Let's face it, having the world's most annoying cat as company is still better than no company at all.

Sweet dreams...