Late hours

Got home 3am…ehm, today.
It’s loads of fun, but it’s crazy, people work so much here.
Getting home early means you’ve probably done something wrong.
Like the feeling when you stayed home from school, and when your mom asked you why you weren’t there, you cocky replied that there’s no school; day off, remembering the teacher mentioned something about not coming back tomorrow as you left yesterday.
Just to discover that your class is all off to an excursion looking at flowers; conscience crawling under your quilt like eczema.
What what’s gonna happen with my life, I must tell mom; maybe she can drive me.
Then you switch on the TV and discover cartoon Transformers is on, so you ponder the options.
Evil Decepticons taking over the world vs biology.
Knowing that Prime’ll need all the support he can get and that flowers will, most certainly continue to grow anyway, and you suddenly cough.
No way, the flu? Don't want to infect the flowers and damage the process.
And now, I sit here smiling, thinking about the toxic pollution here, and that an unwatched Indiana Jones part four eagerly waits at home.
I’m not desperately tired, but I am starting to feel unexpectedly ill.
But then again, Prime and Bumblebee did make it, and those flowers did smell awfully nice, eh?