I was actually absorbed in working on my assignment and my mother decided to pop along and voice her views "I know you're not working, I can tell by the way your typing" Then she strutted back to bed and I can now hear her snoring.
Woah, some people were staying up late! Tut tut! I needed my beauty sleep, (but that wasn't gonna help me on the beauty front, more the "normal" functioning of my brain).
It wasn't even a late night convo. You scarpered when Nitzy went to bed. Sam couldn't work/sleep me thinks and I wanted to reach the 1000 word count.
I am very coolio. Yourself fleur?
I'm coolio too! Meh, I realised I was burning the midnight...something, far too often. I'm not sure that that's an expression, but I think I may have heard it.