So the other night as we got into bed relatively early, something came over us. I don’t know why, but at 10:30 that night we got back out of bed, made a backwards breakfast (even though we had had dinner a few hours before) and put on a scary movie. It like it was 2010 again and I didn’t calculate how many hours of sleep I wasn't going to get. Or think about how many diet cokes I would need to sustain me through tomorrow's 8 hour workday. And although in reality I can only afford nights like that maaaaayyybbbe every now and then, it was good to not be grown up for four hours. I needed it. And January needed it too.