Some may ask why I blog so late.

I believe that blogging late at night helps me talk freely, and thus helps cleanse my soul.

By that I actually mean it's much to do with the fact that I'm an insomniac music technology student who stays up far too late playing melodica and ukelele with his flatmates.

Don't misunderstand, sleep is good. However, waking up isn't- and I like to try and avoid it as much as possible.

Mainly because I look like this:

So people have started leaving me alone before 9. Only girlfriendcat gets to see me before 9, and I don't know how she manages it. Although, she doesn't wear her glasses in the morning- she may have some sort of advantage there.

This rule would be 10am if it wasn't for the lecture on Tuesday morning, which is Stealth China's worst day- simply for the fact that he is required to be brave enough to knock on my door, thus raising me from my slumber.

But I adore him for being my personal alarm clock, and usually after I've taken him to hospital for multiple burn injuries I tend to thank him so that he'll do it again next week.

Although, he also drags me to the gym on Tuesdays. The only thing that the gym has taught me is that having a lightning bolt tattooed to the back of my leg while drunk has only made me faster. After it's been coloured, I'll be unstoppable.

Anyway, it's half 3 and I really shouldn't be here. In fact, I should be anywhere but here.

Sleep well, Internet.