Go to sleep, little Chan

I don't know why I insist on staying up past 1 AM every weekday night, except for the whole I-work-all-day-and-then-I-exercise-and-then-I-attempt-cooking-or-go-out-to-eat-and-then-I-entertain-Bits-and-Timmy-and-then-I-do-10-minutes-of-schoolwork-and-this-my-time-to-de-stress-and-just-be-goddamnit.

And so, even though my eyelids feel heavy and my mind says--"If you're going to stay up, why don't you do something more productive?" you can usually find me on the couch way past midnight with a sleeping puppy snuggled next to my leg and a laptop on my lap (and lately with another hand inside a bag of baked Cheetos--shame) and with 50 windows popped open--all scouring Fbook or even worse--shopping sites.

And all of this primer to explain why I bought this on Haute Look last night:

I want long lashes, mmkay? Brooke Shields really convinced!
But a less random purchase I made in the wee hours is this 1960s vintage chain-mail clutch on Etsy--I just hope it's bigger than a coin purse.