So I rolled out of bed for my normal 3am check. I must be a little extra tired tonight because I misjudged the doorway and slammed my shoulder walking through it. I continued walking, only to step directly on some sort of intricate Lego battle which apparantly was taking place in the hallway with all of Blake's Lego Star Wars figures and ships. Knowing how long it takes him to put them together, I flipped the light on and discovered I had crushed a tiny landspeeder and snapped the head off of an Ewok. So, I attempted to put it back together but decided it was a ridiculous attempt at 3am, or pretty much anytime, since the instruction book is 22 pages long. I couldn't find my flashlight so I spent 5 minutes balancing my iphone ever so carefully on edge of the pillow so I could see to poke his finger but I hadn't properly shoved in the test strip so I wasted a perfectly good poke...TWICE. Ugh, rookie mistake. But it didn't matter anyway because the meter needed new batteries... and I know this is going to sound like I'm making it up BUT... while I was downstairs getting new meter batteries, I hear the pump start singing. It needed new batteries too. WHAT ARE THE CHANCES? I tried to cheat and just prime but that didn't work so it required a full rewind/load/prime during which I'm embarrassed to say I found myself talking in a disgusted voice to the pump. And now I'm awake. Its 3:49. I finished off the brownies in the kitchen. Okay, vent over. That is all. Thanks for listening. I'm going back to bed now.