It is 2:36 A.M.
The harsh overhead light is still on.
I can hear my stomach growling.
My hair is long. Too long.
The three monkeys on my desk are sleeping.
Monkeys are neat.
I can see Dave's face.
Now I'm scared.
I wonder if all sheep are dumb?
I just yawned.
What if blue was the color of communism, instead of red?
I hate cheese on cheese crackers.
I just yawned again.
One time I tickled myself.
My keyboard has 103 keys.
I can type "stavesacre" using only my left hand.
It is 3:02 A.M.