Insomnia.

5:00 AM. I'm still awake. I stare at the blank paper in front of me. I've been trying to draw for an hour. Why is drawing easy in Algebra, and hard when you have all the time in the world? Ben (in my head) tells me to try to get some sleep. I refuse to listen. Sorry, Ben.

7:00 AM. Sun comes up. I close the curtains. I don't want the sun. Happy Saturday.

8:00 AM. I get dressed. I go downstairs. "Hi mom."

"Hi."

Silence.

"Why are you awake so early?"

"Awake? I wouldn't go that far."

"Kathlyn?"

"Ngh?"

"Your shirts on backwards."

I go back upstairs.

10:34 AM. I'm still trying to draw something. All that comes out of my pencil is some joyous anime girl with sparkling eyes. I wish I could burn it. Instead, I tear it up and throw it off the balcony. The dog will eat it. The dog will eat anything.

11:41 AM. I pick up a book. It's not very good.

11:42 AM. I fall asleep. Who says Doug Adams didn't have something there?

12:02 PM. I wake up. Look at the clock. "Hell." I roll out of bed. Aren't I articulate? Happy Saturday, whispers the picture I cut out of a newspaper months ago, the one that hangs on my wall. It's a bagpipe player, bagpiping on a beach, surrounded by surfers. Happy Saturday, I tell the beach bum bagpiper. It's not going to be a good day. I lie on the floor, still in my pajamas, for an hour, staring at the ceiling, occasionally remarking to no one at all that I love the wind.

1:18 PM. I fall asleep. On the floor.

1:23 PM. I wake up. I'm lying on the floor. My cheek hurts. I get up. The carpet has imprinted itself into my face. Brilliant. I look in the mirror. My eyes are bleary and slightly scared. Half my face is red and has ribbed carpet pattern over it. I sigh and drag myself to my feet. Happy Saturday, says the Corpse Bride, from the ad for the movie I have pinned on my wall. I glare at her, and Victor flinches. Happy happy Saturday. I wonder if I am possibly going a bit delirious from lack of sleep. Victor Van Dort tells me I am. If I can't listen to Victor Van Dort, than who?

1:29 PM. Downstairs for the second time today. Go on to the computer. I've got mail. Email from Ben, which is pretty redundant, and from fanfiction.net, telling me I have a fanfic review. I start lauging really hard, because I just got a debate club update. From Emily A.. The way the world works. . .

2:47 PM. I post this.

2:53 PM. I edit this. Jenny has fallen head over heels in love with someone named Will. Blog readers who have known me a really long time enjoy the irony. Jenny is henceforth forbidden to mock my sentimenal teen self.

3:05 PM. I edit yet again to make it clear - Not that Jenny. The other Jenny. Not the Jenny from the same world as Emily. The Jenny in her thirties.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.