First, I was going to post a rambling tonight. Then, when I sat down, I couldn't think of anything. So I decided to skip. But now, here I am, babbling about how I have nothing to say. I admit it: This rambling thing has become a terrible addiction. Terrible.

Well, I guess I could say I went to acting class tonight. That was good. Tonight, I actually didn't feel like going before it started. I was like, "I just feel like staying home, messing around on Argo for a few minutes, and getting to bed nice and early." Tired, ya know? But that would have been foolish. Having gone, I'm very glad I did so, just as I knew I would.

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I suppose this scenario could be compared to another situation, of a slightly larger magnitude, that's happening in my life right now. Don't really feel much like doing some particular thing, but knowing it would be a good idea, and knowing I would be glad later if I did. My mentor would know what I'm talking about.
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Well, moving on. I guess it could be said that the twilight zone is coming to a close, or at least a respite. A good thing, too. Heh.

Now that I've started, I guess there are some more things coming to mind that I could say. But looking at the clock, and measuring my brain's internal sleepiness meter shows that it would probably be a better idea to go ahead and proceed with what I felt like doing between six and fifteen hours ago: Crawl back up in the bed, wrap the blanket nice and tight, and let dream kingdom reign supreme. Morning will be here all too soon.