Tired.

All I'm looking forward to, as the clock ticks towards 1am, are:

1. For my phone to ring, so that I can open the door for Dad, while every other apathetic self has gone to sleep.
2. Sleep. Plenty of it.
3. Tomorrow's BBQ.
4. Going back into those arms I long for these days.

And I'm clutching onto whatever rationality I have now, to struggle to stay awake.