Sketchism

I’m still awake. I should be asleep. Is this some form of teenage rebellion towards my parents? Have I got a beef with the world? (mmm… beef) Am I so convicted with the present current events that I dare not close my eyes for fear of missing one dying second of neat stuff? Perhaps I am seeking a bit of divine activity. Or I seek a still small voice to guide me. Or maybe it’s the combination of all that cheese and ginger bread I had at Max’s. Ehh… all this thinking is making me tired. Goodnite, all.