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I can't sleep. What a perfect time for it, too. I have to wake up early in the morning so that I can finish packing and getting my shit together - all of which I have successfully put off until tomorrow morning. And after reading for an hour, then watching TV, then tossing in sweaty blankets, I decided this would be a suitable solution until I could get to sleep, just to wake up at my set time of 8:39. I'm leaving for a little vacation with Stephen's family tomorrow... Or today, really. Where in the hell in July go? I remember clearly sitting in the bed on my truck beside Stephen, talking about random crap as we both watched the LOW fireworks crack in the sky. And another month from now, I will be packing again, just the same; this time for college. A whole month's worth of summer gone in a wink. In less than 12 hours, I should be in a car heading to some town in North Carolina. They wanted me to pack two suitcases, one for North Carolina, and another for South, but I only packed one... Thank goodness I'm only packing one.
I've got to lay off the Stephen King novels. I'm getting way too paranoid.