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I’m awake. I should be asleep. Typing on the laptop is only going to make things worse. Even worse than that, I really don’t have anything to write about. Figures.
I don’t feel like writing about my trip to LA. The one thing I probably have material for. I’m a little crabby and feel more like kicking stuff around with my feet rather than writing about anything. Although, since I’m tired, it follows that I’m crabby. Not going to sleep will just make it worse and then bleed into tomorrow. I have experience in these situations.
I should go to sleep. I don’t want to go to sleep.
I’m the crying child that is so obviously over tired, rubbing my eyes until they are red, fussing over nothing, throwing my toys on the ground and stomping my feet until someone forcibly puts me to bed. This is one of the great and terrible things about being an adult. No one forcibly puts you to bed anymore.
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