I'm up way too late, but the coffee that I drank to help me through the writing of my speech is still time-releasing the caffine. The speech was finished an hour and a half ago.

I'm getting old.

But at least I'm prepared for tomorrow. My parents talked me down from my mental skyscraper ledge this evening- I started to panic when I looked at my schedule and noticed the sleep was not an option for at least two weeks. Mom did her mom thing and dad was quite understanding as well. They didn't make me feel stupid during the entire panic attack. I've got cool parents.

In the midst of the panic, I realized that I'm supposed to read part of my story at the Literary magazine reception tomorrow. That's going to be weird - reading my own writing outloud. Ugh. I made myself read the story again and I think I've picked out a good section...I'm ending with a cliffhanger sentence. Too bad the journal's free - otherwise we could make some money off the suspense.

Yeah, right.

Later, folks! =) Going to try out that bed one more time. I hope my mind realizes that "pillow = shut off".