I don't understand why I am still awake. Surely only seven hours of sleep last night and three hours of dancing would wear me out enough to fall asleep sooner than I could say "I'm tired," but, no. Of course not. This makes complete sense to me. In an alternate universe. Not much to report at the moment. I am so tired but cannot sleep. Really. I spent the last hour attempting to fall asleep. Clearly, that did not work. I tried "counting sheep", I tried listening to music, I tried no music, I tried reading for a short period of time before turning the light off again. Poor light, I've turned it on and off many times in the last hour. I have a math test tomorrow, first period. Let's pray that I can stay awake for it, considering the amount of sleep I'll get (currently, meaning if I fell asleep right now, I would get seven hours of sleep. It will most likely be less.). I wish I had something to write about, anything, really, will do. But this nearly-dead brain of mine refuses to cooperate and fall asleep or stay awake enough to actually do something. I will read this tomorrow and think that I am crazy, which is partially true. 

A Poem Composed When I Was Supposed to be Asleep: 

Sitting alone.

Typing quickly. 

Listening attentively. 

Thinking mindlessly. 

Sleep escapes this blank mind of mine, 

stealing away my dreams. 

Sweet dreams, take me away. 

Please

Let me sleep. 

The poem sucks. But I can't think of anything else and don't feel like editing. This is ridiculous. I want to scream but that would shatter the delicate silence of the nighttime and I would no longer have any possibility of falling asleep before midnight. So I will sit and wait, not so patiently, until slumber overwhelms me and I can melt into the simplicity of my dreams. Sleep well, my friends. Sleep well.