This resulted in my sleeping ridiculously late * today , which is n't exactly going to help with getting to bed at a terribly reasonable hour this evening . The upside is that I do my best and most prolific writing at night , and I just happen to have a few more pages of convincing BS to kick out , so that works out well . I can get back on a more normal schedule next week . Figure I should be able to finish off the content of the paper tomorrow , and Friday I can polish and edit at my leisure .

A: What may be a plausible fact about the time I go to sleep tonight ?

When she died this past Spring , I left her food bowl out . It was just something I was n't ready to put away . I knew that eventually I would need to put it away but in someway it has stayed in place as an homage to her . My cat loved to eat !

A: What led the speaker to leave her cat 's food bowl out after it 's death ?

We 're fucked . This year fucking sucks ! Thank God , I have Madonna to look forward to in November otherwise ... I do n't even fucking know anymore . Not only was I without power the whole week but yesterday my career in borrowing from Borders is officially over .

A: What will the narrator be doing in November ?

I have inherited a not so wonderful gene from my father , along with the ' we do n't know what eye color you have , so just call it hazel gene ' , and that is the mole gene . The mole gene blesses you with really cute beauty marks when you are born and in the first few years of life . And then you get some larger beauty marks that are n't so beautiful . These are moles .

A:
How might I feel about my so called " mole gene ? "