frog-hugs

Right now I am dead tired. I want to go to bed, but I have work to do...which I've been effectively putting off for the last 3-1/2 hours. Tomorrow is going to be rough. The bright spot about this moment is that I am wearing my favorite pants: bright yellow with grinning green frogs all over, arms outstretched like they're ready to give you a frog-hug (by virtue of their very being they cannot give bear-hugs; right?). I have matching fuzzy slippers, but my feet aren't that cold right now.

Despite my immediate comfort, there is something very annoying happening (besides the fact that I'm typing this rather than doing my as-before-mentioned-important-work). I wear glasses normally. And I've just been sitting here typing -- minding my own business, if you will -- and now my left lens is smudged. How did that happen?! Did I doze off and the wicked fingerprint elves ran up to my face, licked their fingers, giggled maliciously and smudged my lens?!

*sigh*

I really should go to bed. Why is it that sleep is the one thing I covet shamelessly, yet one of my favorite things to do is stay up all night? Blast!