I tried and failed to sleep, and here I am.

As soon as I got home, I got a lecture from my mother, because I was late. Then I ate some real food, and became instantly ravenous and searched like a raccoon through to pantry for more delicious nutritious substance. Alas, there were none. We need to go grocery shopping. Maybe I'll eat my personal melon.
So I went to bed at 10:30, early for me, and then I couldn't sleep. A thought entered my brain, a horrid thought, and I just pulled the blanket over my head and cried into my pillow. Funnily enough, I don't remember what I was thinking at the time. Huh, I guess I must be losing my mind. So then I lay on my bed, tossing and turning, and I couldn't stand it. I turned on my light, and stared at Bamboo. I swear the real Bamboo died-possibly from Hello Kitty Cayuuteness-and my mother replaced him. Anyway, I sat up, pulled on whatever sweater was closest, and came downstairs to find some more food.
I had a beautiful moment today. Waiting at the bus stop at Whitehorn, trying to get the creepy guy who asked me for my phone number downtown out of my head, and it was windy, as usual. It's always windy up in the great north. Tonight it was a warm, fast breeze, and the sky was a deep night blue, and I saw a single bright star. I made a wish, as I often childishly do. Hope it comes true. But then again, don't we all?