I think I think.

Curiouser and curiouser. I feel good, but I need to sleep. This makes me feel bad. It's an interesting loop. My computer's been on for five minutes, enough to check email, post in LJ, and glumly decide everything I want to write, whether here, in email, or in snailmail, cannot be written just yet. I don't know the words. I don't understand the feeling. I don't am scared witless, it seems. Actually, that's a fairly cheerful thought. No, really. It cheered me up. Hm!

Whoa. I almost just started a paragraph on love. Heh, wait for rational thought to return before attempting such dangerous dancing, Zachy-poo. Booki. Reeses-pieces.

*smites parents* XD