If I acted less like me would I be in the clear?

Rah. So I didn't sleep last night. Had a three-hour nap yesterday, but that's really it. And I'm waiting for Evie to at least get home before I sleep, because if I don't... well, she'll smack me. I'm not even really that tired, I just have a headache that's enough to make me want to pass out for a while.

It's odd how not-tired I am. Or rather, not-sleepy. I am tired - I am flat-out exhausted, and I keep zoning out and staring into space for a couple minutes at a time for no good reason, but actual sleep? Eh, I'm okay.

I should probably do something. Write. Toss someone into the Rift and deal with Gwen's inevitable freakout. Pretty much anything but sitting here staring at the wall just because it's what's in front of me. It's just... very, very difficult to focus. I can manage it for about a minute at a time, but then I sort of... drift off... which is why it's taken me probably half an hour to write this post. I'm talented like that.

...Right. I'm just gonna... grab a notebook and try to write something. Or maybe just stare at it for the hour and a half until Evie gets home. You know, whatever.