I think if I were a sound effect right now, it would be 'splat.' Seriously, I'm hitting my about-to-fall-asleep-on-keyboard point, and it's only quarter past eight. Stupid body. Why must it insist on so much sleep? Although, the fact that it's been really cold the last few days probably isn't helping a whole lot. The combination of the two makes me miss people, and want snuggles. And the only person who'd ever give me snuggles is Winter (Who currently has more than enough to deal with already), as I am unloved like that.

I think...I may get some food and then sleep, now.