I can't sleep. And I have things that must be done in the morning. Well, later in the morning, I suppose. It's already technically morning, but still a long way from not-dark-o'clock. I'm trying very hard to not read my new book, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, but it is proving to be a foe who fights dirty. I'm on chapter nine, because I know you care, and appear to be nearly halfway through the book. I don't like books that have very few chapters. Even if they're long ones. I still feel cheated. TFiOS has had me thinking some pretty serious things, such as the ever occurring question of whether I will be remembered, and if, in the whole big plan of it all, if my being remembered even matters. Also, NicePeter, an afore-mentioned YouTube stalk-y of mine, has not posted a promised Monday video. That makes me worry. And it usually helped make my usually crappy Mondays suck much less. I'm concerned for his well-being as much as I would that of a close friend's, because he has gotten me through several bad days, and because he seems like a genuinely kind and levelheaded person. And it is already half-way into the month of June and I haven't been outside NEARLY ENOUGH!! Nor have I been even close to the recommended amount of physical activity or diet. AND (I know I complain a lot. That's why I created this thing, to complain to!) my favorite music website, Playlist.com, is acting weird! So I've lost all of my playlists and, pathetically, can't remember certain artists or songs that I genuinely enjoyed listening to!! Well, I think I've covered all of the complaining bases, and, thank all that is holy, I'm beginning to tire! I'm off to attempt to catch some literaly and preverbial zs. Good morning starshine, the earth says hello.
Allons-y!
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