Gosh, am I tired. I ought not to be doing this. I ought to be doing an essay for English. But I'm not, I'm doing this instead. It is currently 11:02 pm, 2/3/08, Monday tomorrow, and since I'm not doing... that English thing - or that music thing either, actually, I'm doing this. Where I really ought to be is in bed, but then, when, I ask, am I going to get round to finishing that last paragraph or writing that second melody? Both need to be done by tomorrow anyway. Ramble, Ramble, does anyone actually want to hear this? My full name is - one shouldn't give away personal details actually, especially not at my tender age. What a wonderfully new