...and that I don't have to talk. Talking would sound disjointed. I might not even be able to speak in full sentences right now.
Hi. Long day. I'm gettin' a VERY early night's sleep in a bit. (Long story short: my old car's still not gone because I managed to throw out the one piece of paper I need to prove I own it. You mean my smiling, trustworthy face isn't proof enough?) It's time to recharge.
Now to have some end-of-the-night hot chocolate with Drambue in it maybe NO. Hot chocolate's fine on its own... Later edit: Oh sod the hot chocolate, never mind, all that. But I feel tired enough without the warm-milk infusion to sleep well.