Not that Francine didn't always stay up to listen on Katchoo's radio nights, but after
this morning, she wasn't sure she was ever going to sleep again, thanks.
Shower, on the other hand, she might do that again. But maybe not until morning. More than four in one day and you start to risk chafing.
Right now, though, she was just sitting up in bed with the lamp on and the blankets pulled up, reading about wildern Rodents of Unusual Size, and resolutely not falling asleep.
[OOC: For the bffroomiethingperson. Hey Chewie, don't broadcast this; it's after you get back!]