I try to prolong their presence in my life by staying up as late as my face will allow before sleep inevitably gets me. It always ensures that I look my best at the beginning of the week (read: like I've gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson). It's really quite charming. However tonight, after a vigorous weekend of birthdays, shopping, eating, innumerable shots, some late night chicken romance, some lost glasses, some found friendships, I feel my sizable eyelids drooping already - which can't be right. It must be time to have a coffee.
