Every. Effing. Time. I usually hit the sack a few couple of minutes before 4am (yep, messed up body clock because of assignments and all that jazz). I’m always terribly exhausted by that time—too tired to think or dream, I swear. Then just before I close my eyes, when I feel all calm and ready to plunge into dreamland, all the plot bunnies decide to start hopping and leaping inside my sleep-deprived head, sprouting all kinds of awesome scenarios that are perfectly fic or art fodder. “I’ll type that down first thing in the morning,” I promise myself. And that’s the promise I break first thing in the morning. Why? Peg’s amnesia girl. XD
I’m sure I’m not the only one. This is perhaps one of the most annoying things ever.