Arghh. It’s 3:30 in the morning.
and why’s a figment of my childhood telling me to go to bed.
and wasn’t he always the bossy one?
Alway’s knowing what was going on.
He must have had Dougal, Florence, Brian and Dylan constantly under surveillence.
This is part of our collective childhood. No wonder we allow all the CCTV, car number plate monitoring, government departments sifting through our files, all our emails and phone messages being stored.
I’m getting paranoid.
Night. night.