Dying is Easy. Living is Hard.

This is a a phrase derived from way too many hours of House. I'm sitting on my bed trying (and failing) to consume giant hard pretzels. They pretty much end up shattering all over my bed and keyboard. Yum. Dan made a bonfire, and I roasted marshmallows. I ended up reheating some turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a roll at around nine. We ate at like 3:30, so I was hungry by nine. Now it's 12:00, and I really need to go to sleep, but I can't. I was wearing a jumper of sorts with leggings, and a long sleeve shirt. Now I'm wearing a t-shirt dress-like nightgown, with a long sleeve shirt and leggings. I traded the jumper for a nightgown, basically.
Okay, now I'm randomly babbling about what I'm wearing. Sooo...I should go to sleep now. G'night. :)