3am eternal
Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
R (weary but game after yet another wakeful night): You little ruffian, you.
C (bouncing on mummy’s bladder, laughing her head off): Eee! Eee! Eee!
J: How much sleep did you get?
R: Couple of hours. You?
J: Almost none. She squeaked as soon as I lay down.
C: Eee! Eee! Eee!
R: Whom the gods would destroy, they first send lovable rogues.
