3am and I'm still awake, writing this song

Okay, really not going to start singing pop alt songs in my blog, but I figured the lyrics were apt enough as a title. There was a crane fly buzzing around my room earlier, with a tendency of hovering around my head while I'm lying in bed. I named him Fred, but he was annoying and now he's dead. Fred's death was a blow to our hearts, but Max disrupted the service, coughing in fits and starts. Tomorrow (today?) somebody comes to see the apartment, my room will be clean and I've gotta pay rent. Don't know yet what Miriam will do, her room is dirty, through and through. I don't know why I'm speaking in rhyme, but I think it must be due to the time. I managed today to give a presentation; I'm sure that feat should have shocked the nation. Speaking of feet, I need to repeat, that I love walking barefoot down the street. I need to stop, though. The reason? It'll soon be too hot for bare feet meet concrete season.