dead tired

So as I start writing this it's 2:19 in the morning.
I stayed up late being sober, eating soft tacos and watching True Lies and Eastern Promises.
At 1:30 I decided to have a bath?
About fifteen minutes ago I came into my room and realized I hadn't made my bed after doing laundry today.
Why do I do this? I already hate making my bed - putting my comforter into the fucking sack or whatever you want to call it. The bed sheet. Pulling the elastic around the fourth corner of the bed (always the hardest corner)...not really my favourite thing to do - it comes in a close second to salad spinning.
And then the cat comes on the bed and attacks everything that moves and I realized just now that this is ridiculous