I spent approximately 45 minutes thinking about hard-boiled eggs tonight. Boiling, peeling, eating...I analyzed eggs for the better part of an hour. And I didn't even notice that was weird until I'd been doing it for awhile...and then I couldn't stop myself. Point being: I want a dang hard-boiled egg.

I actually have to get this sleeping schedule in check. Really. I don't think it's healthy. I don't really think I'm healthy.

Happy May.