About too

I’m trying to stay awake for this last post. It’s not going to be easy. I’m ready to fall asleep. Only forty-five minutes later than last night. And Fozzy just got stuck in a drawer, which is dumb but adrenaline pumping. I’m not sure what happened today. Not much. That idea–not much happening–is a nice one. There’s way too much happening. Even a boring not much happening day is preferable to an exciting day. Though I do want to get more sleep than I’m about to get.