"A Problem Page For All!"

Staying up late rocks, until you have to get up in the morning. (Eh, that wasn't as eloquent as I'd intended.) I share a bed with Rachel, and she's always coming to bed WAY late. She reports that last night I woke up when she crawled under the covers, checked the clock, and murmured, "Bad girl, come to bed at eight a.m." and rolled over and went back to sleep.