Mmph... I really should go to bed. Earlier today I looked at my paltry pair of favorites, and decided I should add some... "Some" became 23 more favorites... and I can't stop. The more I look, the more jaw-dropping gorgeous art I see, and even though I know it will still be there tomorrow, I just want to sit here and absorb it all, perhaps in the hope that I can osmose some of the talent I see. But... my bed beckons, and I need to be conscious tomorrow so I can look after my niece. Why can't there be more hours in the day? But then, what would be enough? I suppose no matter how much time we have, we'd always want more. Just like art, you can never get enough... blah, I'm rambling. Off to bed.