Sleepless in Oslo

Not as catchy a title as Sleepless in Seattle, but just as true. I can't sleep. Instead I sit here, one chocolate bar and almost a larp-character later, and still sleep seems to elude me. But I'm listening to DumDumBoys and writing so at least that's something.

It's something so nice about being the only one awake at a late hour, looking out at the dark world outside wearing only a very comfy robe and actually getting some work done. It makes me happy. Now, if only I didn't have to be up in 4 hours, life would be very good indeed.