Can’t sleep. Making up for my snoozing late this morn?
Wishing I had some square sheets of paper, to make some star wars origami for Newt to fetch.
“Get the X-wing! Git it! Git it! There’s a Porkins-shaped treat in that one! Yum!”
Not wanting to read, which is what usually knocks me out.
I’m looking for patterns in the shadows, window-shopping on ebay for weirdness, Newt’s sleeping at the foot of the bed.
Well, I’m going to try to turn in again. Nigh nigh, dear journal.