More proof that I shouldn't stay up late.
A night of Advil-enhanced sleep does wonders for my disposition, I've decided. Because I've been taking it since Wednesday night, and I've been in a good mood since Thursday. It's slightly disturbing. Maybe it's because I take three Advil. Hm. Perhaps I'm an addict now! That would be interesting. Would I have to attend drug therapy if I was addicted to Advil? Maybe I'd have to go to the bad girl's school over by Joe's neighborhood! Ooo...

Or maybe I'll just go to bed. Or at least use these odd ramblings to fuel this fic that's bugging me to write it. Main characters are Marcus Flint, Zacharias Smith, and Colin Creevey! It's like a really bizarre Three's Company, only nothing like Three's Company! Whoo!