Before bed, sitting down at your computer, you struggle to compose your thoughts, the 'post to my LiveJournal' page blank for the longest time. Eventually, tired of just staring at the blank screen, you just start typing, a stream-of-consciousness report of the day's events. It's not pretty, and you have to go back several times to try and break things into more manageable paragraphs, knowing that no one likes to read a wall of text.

Half an hour later and fifteen whole paragraphs devoted to the way the girls looked, you finish writing. After a brief moment, you make the post friends-only rather than purely private, on the off-chance someone else may have seen them... If push comes to shove, you can always claim it was one of your story ideas that you were trying to write.

With that finally taken care of, you lie down in bed, though sleep is a long time coming.