I wrote a free verse poem for you, dear reader

It's 12:45 in the morning and I have to be to work at 7:45.

I'm not sure I'll ever fall asleep.

The bowl of Rice Krispies next to me is good company.

The cold skim milk is a nice release from the heat outside.

I got sick of reading; my eyes are tired, but not my body.

I'd watch TV, but that never seems to help.

Maybe I'll just post a random entry on my blog.

Or check Facebook again. And again after that.

I could clean the living room, but let's be real - it's too late for that.

Or maybe I should say too early.

I'm dying to watch another BBC miniseries.

Oh, North and South, how I loved you.

(Ok, let's be real - oh, Richard Armitage, how I love watching you)

I'm thinking about dying my hair,

But it only sounds like a good idea at times like these.

You know, a good, solid 12:50 in the morning thought.

That, and wondering where I can get a super cheap juicer.

Because I guess I have the need to juice things.

In my head, at least.

The good thing about insomnia is that it's quiet, and I have time to think about whatever.

The bad thing is that I heart sleeping.

A lot.

I really want to be crafting something,

But nothing is tickling my fancy.

Time to go shopping, maybe?

Deg will "love" that one, I'm sure.

Of course, I did tell him today the things I want to buy:

A house, a camera, a Kindle, a car, a new tooth

(Yes, a new tooth - my front left one on the top is fake)

He told me I can maybe have a house if we find a good one.

He also told me to stop perusing Amazon.com.

I told him that didn't discount the car.

He gave me the hands-on-hips angry face.

He's funny.

Besides, just because I want doesn't mean I'll actually buy.

Right?

Though buying stuff at 12:55 in the morning sounds awesome.

The internet is rad like that.

Last time I had insomnia, I bought underwear online.

That's a necessity, and I was really needing some.

Thank you LDS online store.

Well, if I can't sleep, maybe I'll plan out tomorrow.

Work. Lunch. Work.

Sign papers for new job.

Visit Grant (the newest Romney, and if I have anything to say about it, my new boyfriend.

Sorry, Grayson. He out-cuted you. 

It wasn't that big of a battle. He's a newborn.)

Meet with Aimee. Think about cleaning my house.

Watch some BBC. Annoy Deg (the nightly go-to-bed routine)

Read a book. Like, maybe the whole thing.

Man, that stuff doesn't sound really exciting.

Well, except for visiting Grant.

(I just want to squish him!)

But it is 1 in the morning, and my imagination switch is set to off.

Or maybe it's not. 

After all, this post is a free verse poem.

Which is a poem with no meter or rhyme scheme,

In case you needed to know.

Wouldn't it be funny if this poem made me famous?

That'd be the day.

If it ever does, dear reader, I'll give you a $5 bill for reading all the way through it.

But only if you read it within the first 2 weeks after I push "publish post."

I can't leave an offer like that open to anyone, after all!

I think I'll try going to bed again. 

Wish me luck!

The end