It's 4am, where are you?

If you're asleep, I hate you.
If you're doing something productive, I hate you equally.
Here's what I'm doing. Here's my thought process.
Typing.
I'm typing. I'm sitting. I'm sitting in a broken chair. Someone should really fix this chair.
I should be in bed sleeping. Studies show you're only supposed to use your bed for sex and sleeping. I'm not using it for either.
I like my bed. My bed is warm. My feet aren't warm. Hot chocolate would be warm. I need to lose weight, no more hot chocolate.
Hot toddy. What's a hot toddy? Teddy. I need a teddy bear at night. Teddy bears were named after TR. I should read a book on TR.
I like TR. Wonder when Jeopardy's going to have a category about TR. I'll beat my mom in Jeopardy tomorrow.
Tomorrow, shit, I've got to get to sleep for tomorrow.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. I'd take a sleeping pill but I've heard way too many Heath Ledger-like stories about sleeping pills, depression, and death.
Death by sleeping pills. Pills. I like Marilyn Monroe all right, but I'd rather not go out like that, though I wouldn't mind having her eyebrows.
Okay. Night-night.