It's 4:39 in the morning, and I like to ramble.

My throat hurts so bad. Maybe that's why I'm awake right now. I would much rather be sleeping. When you wake up in the middle of the night and toss and turn until the realization hits that you are not tired, it opens up a world of possibilites; most likely of which is that you will continue to lay in your bed and let your thoughts take over. That is exactly what I did. So now I am sitting (laying... whichever) in a puddle of thoughts ramming through my head. Ramming? Does that word work in that sentance? Im pretty sure it doesnt. My brain is too lazy to figure it out. I just keep wondering what in the world is possessing me to still be awake. I mean, other than the obvs reason. Again, I would just like to point out that my throat hurts. I just had a yogurt tube. Is it sunday today? It is. Haha, oh Amy. Just wait until your count down starts at 18 weeks. I am excited to start at a gym, and learn how to cook with Jenny. Dangit, Brandon will be disappointed that we didn't meet up in our dreams to fight crime. And I was all excited, too. :/ Oh just kidding, I'm too busy with my eyes open instead of closed like they should be. I am still dreaming every night. It's been like this for weeks, now. I should really start a dream journal and record these vivid and completely random thingers we call dreams. Honestly, though, I am not sure I have enough motivation in the morning to be able to write about my dream first thing. I am like zombie girl in the morning. Ma hair is like zombie girl, too. Ouch my throat. I'm pretty sure imma brave it out and get the h1n1 (R2D2) virus vaccination. One of the girls from my work called in sick today because she went to the doctor and they told her she had symptoms of Swine flu. I will die if I get swine. I have zero immune system. So, therefore, the only logical thing to do would be to eliminate the possibility of getting it. Me and daddy are going to get it, I think. My feet are hanging off my bed right now. OH HAY, I'M GODZILLA. And speaking of... Quail was mentioned in the bible again tonight when I was reading. Did you guys know that I am trying to read the bible? It's hard. The pages are thin. But the title was "Quails from the Lord" I lol'd so hard. Even though I hate the word quail, and it should not be used as a replacement term for fail. A fail is a fail. A quail is a bird. Plain and simple. I have been listening to the same song on repeat for like an hour now. Should probs change it. But too lazy. Oh goody. It's five now. How have I been writing this for almost twenty minutes? It seems like it was like four or something. Oh, there are lingering thoughts on my brain that I should not be thinking. They need to gtfo before they mess me up. The last thing I need is to become emotionally unstable because I got caught up in something that had no meaning in the end. God knows I have worked hard to be at the point I am today. And He's the only one who knows how hard. My ear is so itchy. My room is dark, and I do not like. I reallllllllllllllly want to see Paranormal Activity, but there is no way on earth I am going to do it without Kj there. It isn't going to happen. I won't sleep for a week afterwards. Mmmmm... Sleep. I would like to do that, now. Especially since I have to be awake again in four and a half hours so I can go to friggen brunch. I am just going to sleep all day if I don't sleep now. That's how that one will work out. I am craving Timmy's. And subway. Mmmmm, food. Why do they always make the number on an alarm clock red? Why not blue or green or something? Because when it's red, and you look at it out of the corner of your eye, it looks like devil eyes. Ahahaha. Or like some sort of animal. That's not even funny, but I'm busting a tit laughing. My throat hurts. I miss you. I need to stop talking now that I have sufficiently wasted a half hour of my time writing this very long ramble. Oh good, now I have a second part to my title so it doesnt have to just say "it's 4:39 in the morning." My back hurts.