Every now and then I like to stay up really late and work. After the mammoth bath on Friday evening, I did just that. It was 4am when I finally called it quits. However, I have to question the actual productivity of having done this, since by 2am (if not earlier) my brain is complete mush.
Hence, this little gem...
The scent of honey filled the air. They rampaged through the air conditioning.
They didn't have air conditioning in 1800. Holds head in hands. Methinks the ability to type while asleep is perhaps not such a wonderful talent after all.