That’s right. I’m about to reveal more true confessions.
Um, no. Not that kind. Minds out of the gutter, people! My mother could stumble upon this blog!
So, now that I’ve pre-disappointed, here we go:
I stay up too late at night (not a smart move in itself), and watch reruns of Criminal Minds to all hours.
I can’t seem to get enough of this show. Which is bad because there comes a point where I have watched too much. And by too much, I mean that I start to imagine serial killers in every little noise.
And that does not make for restful sleep or peaceful dreams.
And since I know this, and I do it anyway, it pretty much confirms what we might have suspected after Monday morning’s fiasco. Sometimes I am a moron.