SLEEP. That's all I want to do lately. In an ideal world I would like a few weeks off work to catch up on sleep and escape from reality. But unfortunately in the real world that's not possible you just have to grin and bare life sometimes.
It was terribly irresponsible, I suppose. The nights we stayed up walking in the woods, or painting in the Foley's barn. Five in the morning was our bedtime, and who was there to stop us? As far as I remember, we're alone.