Sometimes, when I'm at hotels, I find myself terrified that there is a corpse under the bed. It keeps me awake, thinking about it. I don't sleep very well at hotels.

I don't know what made me think of this. I am very safely in my own bed, which has nothing under it except another bed.

I am suddenly very "grr" about the world. Real life is approaching at an alarming pace. I know where I am, and I know where I want to be, I just don't quite know how to get there. Helpful life advice isn't as helpful as you hope.

Maybe it's because of the baby coming. My big brother is helping to start a whole new life, and I've barely started mine.

It's midnight. I can be as maudlin as I want.