I thought this plan had been abandoned for dolls and Olivia and baking and other childish female pastimes, but then I found this:
Allow me to interpret.
I'm never going to sleep.
And in case anyone doubts that Thing 1 is related to me, allow me to present one of my early works, recently given to me by my mother. (who is so pleased that I turned out to be a useful member of society).
You can see how my plots haven't changed much.