I'm so bad at the responsibility thing.

I had to wake up early to take up a dress for my niece's school ball, (FUCK I AM OLD, I remember holding her as a baby when *I* was fifteen!) because I didn't do it two or three days ago, because I was painting and generally being procrastinaty about anything NOT art.

Now I'm awake and I can't sleep. I partly blame my last-minute rushes, and I also partly blame my smoochy Neil Oliver dream. You can't sleep after that, I swear to God.