It's true. It's 2:33 in the A.M. and although I don't have huge plans for tomorrow, I really should be in bed. But it's the 6th to the last time I'll sleep in this bed and it be mine, so naturally I'm blogging instead. It sort of doesn't make sense. But it does. Oddly, in order to enjoy the things I've taken for granted as normal for the past 22 years (or at least the last few years), I find myself disturbing the usual flow of things (even more than they already would be right now) in order to take a step back, gain some perspective, and preserve these things in my memory (although it's probably true that I would be able to remember things more easily if I got enough sleep, but then when would the blogging happen?). It's like in order to get a good memory of being at the pool, I've gotten out of the pool to sit in a lifeguard chair. Yes, I have a good view of the pool and I'm technically still at the pool, but I'm not necessar...
a little bit of everything.