Or am I standing still beneath the darkened sky?

It seems as though I don't have any free time for writing anymore. I actually have to forbid myself from opening Word. (If I do, I forget that I have homework and then I need to stay up late completing the homework, that's how much I get into it.)

And I'm actually inspired! (I'm writing three original stories simultanously.)

Why does everything happen backwards? When I have free time, I can't write to save my life, but when I actually am able to write, I don't have the time.

You know, I don't actually need to sleep.

Well, I do.

But, ooohhh, I'm so excited for tonight!! Season premiere of Ugly Betty in T minus eight minutes.