Hey guys. Guess what? I didn't sleep at all last night. Not. At. All. I'm kind of tired, but at the same time I'm not.
Not much has been happening. I've been doing lawn work and riding my bike and volunteering. Today I'm going to the beach to read and swim. My brother really wants me out of the house. And he really wants me to read. I am going to be doing quite an awful bit of it come August, so I guess he has a point.
By imagining conversations in my head, I've learned that I shouldn't talk to anybody when I'm running too low on sleep. I can say some pretty strange things that make absolute sense in my head. I haven't been awake twenty-four hours yet, but I inch closer every minute. I hope I can sleep on the beach.