Blah, time change is murderous. Can't sleep, somehow, I don't think I'm going to be going to that meeting in the morning. Alarm is set and cat is sure to wake me up to bed fed early enough, so if I stay up, then I will. Sleep is for the weakened (and weekend) anyway. And if I don't go, I just miss out on the fun — it's not like anyone actually expects me to be there.
Hmm… and I hear the sound of raindrops falling outside.