I hope Rhianna doesn't mind...

...but I am currently ruining her song "Disturbia." That is because I am singing it (shamelessly) with my own version of the notes and with the word 'Insomnia' in lieu of the traditional lyrics. Just mixing it up, right? There is honestly not much else to do at this hour. Usually, I would go for a walk, read, maybe draw or paint a little, put on my favorite bright clothes that are even too stupid to wear on the Disney Channel, go hang out at WinCo and buy their ridiculous shape sunglasses, or write to my brother, but as it happens, I HAVE ALREADY DONE ALL OF THE ABOVE. It's not that I don't get tired. I just don't get sleepy. I get in bed and toss and turn all night. But mostly just turn...I can't remember ever actually tossing in bed. What does that even mean? Like to toss things out of bed or actually physically throwing yourself across the mattress? Whatever. I think the problem is just all this freaking ENERGY I have coursing through my veins! I could spend the day running all over the place and playing like there's no tomorrow but instead of being drained, I would have more excitement busting up inside than ever before. If I can stop bouncing, it gives me plenty of time to think about things.
At least, until my insomniac father shows up.
He usually does. Then it becomes an occurence worthy of reality T.V. Sometimes we run, sometimes we clean, (Ha! never again!) sometimes we throw grapes at the ceiling fan. Yeeahh... I don't know how we're ever going to get the wet purple skins off the ceiling. It's not like we meant for this to happen! One minute, I was catching grapes in my mouth, the next, I was racing Dad to throw a grape timed perfectly enough to pass through the churning blades and fall back to the carpet without it being decapitated. (If you think you can't decapitate a grape, you should watch more Veggie Tales) So far, no one has won. Blame the mind-altering chemical imbalances. And hey, it could be worse. I could be agnostic. I could have dyslexia. I could stay up all night wondering if there is a Dog.
So if you'll excuse me, I've got to go make the best of what I've been given. I think there's an egg race about to happen in the backyard.