Hahahahahahahahaha....Pie?

God I love being an insomniac.

Occassionally.

Once in a while.

Sometimes on Thursdays.

:D

I just get all loopy and crazy and suddenly puppets start making sense and my feet get cold and everything gets cold but I really don't care and my shoulders are sore and my hair is falling into my face and I keep wanting to laugh but I don't want to wake people.

See? Fun.

It's especially fun to twist around in your chair for no good reason.

Being an insomniac and getting all sleep-deprived loopy totally keeps you from being mad at a friend or focusing on the slightly stalkerish behavior of someone once upon a time or the fact that I have small hobbit-like hands and I do NOT smell of cabbage.

Plus my sports bra is biting into my back and my shoulders but I need to wear it to keep all parts in their place and not wobbling and such but it's uncomfortable and beauty is PAIN and I really want some ice cream.

Preferably Moosetracks. Or Bunny Tracks. Or Mint Chocolate Chip. Or something.

I'm truly not picky.

Or seeing well right now... why is my eyesight all fuzzy and kinda watery?

Oh yeah...

Insomnia.

And lack of sleep.

Are they synonymous?

Did I spell that right?

I think so.

What was I talking about?

.....

Fudge.

I think I've forgotten.

Oh wells.

I need to pee! Yes siree!

HEE! I rhymed. :D