My dad normally goes to sleep around 10 PM. 11 if he's busy or had a soccer game or was out with clients or whatever. But I came home at 4 this morning, and he was sitting on the couch with his laptop and huge stacks of papers all around him. I was scared, because I thought he was waiting up for me. I had told mom I was leaving, but purposely neglected to tell him because I knew he wouldn't like it. But he said "I couldn't sleep, so I decided just to get up and work on some of the stuff that has just been running through my head." Logical, I suppose. "Aren't you tired?" I asked. "Of course, but it's 4 in the morning. It's too late to go to bed now."

Moral of the story is: If you ever think I say some stupid stuff, maybe it's because sometimes I don't get home until 4 in the morning and I'm just tired. Or maybe it's because my dad is just plain crazy, and it's possible I inherited some of that...