It's 1:30am and I'm:

Procrastinating, because I really don't wanna do the dishes.
Witty, obviously.
Taping pictures of One Direction to a massive dry erase board because I can't afford an actual poster.
Wishing I was someone else.
Contemplating making French fries because my tummy is going, "grr....olgrur" and it sounds like a whale.
Watching Two Fat Ladies because they are honest about their figures, they make food that looks like it's extremely tasty, and they've got killer accents.

That is all.