It's three in the morning here on the eastern side of the country and I should be sleeping. I tried sleeping, apparently it didn't agree with me tonight.
I'm a slight insomniac you see. Sleep hasn't been a very easy thing to achieve or maintain these last couple of years for me. So I tell myself stories. Usually stories that originate from a book or television show that I eventually make my own. And thus sleep never comes because I get myself to caught up in my own story. I hate that. I just want to sleep, but no. I'm on here. And previously Facebook. And I'm trying to add some photos from King's Island to my virtual collection on my computer, but it's making me reinstall everything for some God awful reason. sigh. I'll show you all some once I get everything sorted out.
Oh! I'm flying out for rest and relaxation on the ninth! That's a lie. I'm probably not going to get to rest or relax because I have an adorable little cousin who wants to play with me all the time... Oh well, I don't mind. I love her so it's okay. But after a week I'm flying to Texas for two weeks, halleluiah! I miss my home state. It holds my heart.