Sami brought me a gourmet dinner of pasta in a thermos, corn chips, apple slices, chocolate milk, croissants and a KitKat bar. All of the food groups, she said, with emphasis on carbohydrates because they are the best. Made my night.
Mock trial competitions coming up.
But before that are National Qualifiers for debate in two weeks.
But before that is my ACT on Saturday.
But before that is my calculus quiz tomorrow.
But before that is sleep.
I should be sleeping right now, like I told him he would, like he knew I wouldn't.
I should be sleeping but I can't stop thinking. I can never stop thinking.
I wonder if he's right, that he doesn't see me as a threat.
I wonder if she's right, that he just said that 'cause he's jealous.
I wonder if I'll be able to fall asleep tonight.
Tomorrow is January 5th. In one hour and 41 minutes it is tomorrow. In one hour and 41 minutes it is January 5th. In one hour and 40 minutes it is January 5th.
If I was talking out loud I'd be mumbling. I'd repeat myself, say it with more conviction. I'm tired. I'm really really tired. There's a monkey staring at me. He's wearing headphones and his eyes are made of shiny plastic. There's also quite a few arctic birds looking my way. This is getting freaky.
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