Warm Milk and The Moon.

I so want to be in bed right now.

I'm so burnt out from homework, and from this weekend. I'm feeling so sick. I'm stuck in the corner of my room, watery eyes and bleary vision. I want to go to bed so badly. But I can't.

I guess I shouldn't really be writing. But I could really care less. I suppose when you love something, like writing, so much, you just can't stop from doing it. I'm so addicted to these words and these feelings of ticking keys under the tips of my fingers. So used to being able to say things that are just so difficult to vocalize. Such a passion.

Well, while I have time, I may as well address the situation of Saturday. I feel like I didn't adequately tell the tale of the grandest feat I probably have ever witnessed before me in the world of something I was involved in, sports wise. These boys, these crazy, wonderful, magnificent, and so many other kinds of adjectives that are used to describe pure greatness began this race with passion. I could see it in their somewhat distant faces. From far down the starting chute, I could feel this reverb of faith from so many different teams. But the shockwave that was Liberty seemed to hit the deepest. Regionals was a fight. I've never seen such thick competition since the NikeTeamNationals last year. But the way our boys came out to play...it was a show. I've never yelled so hard. I haven't felt my face get that hot with rising blood since summer. To feel all my muscles tense and my teeth gnash as I'm telling these boys to haul everything they have to the finish. Witnessing such power and strength at the finish line was one of the most powerful things to see all season.
And with a first place win, I have to say that none of it was wasted.
It was a pride and joy thing. It was the daybreak through the clouds.
It was the prospect of state looming in the distance.

There's this eerily hypnotic, magnetic pull towards my bed. I feel like crawling in. I feel like setting my laptop down and bundling up in this scraggly, unmade pile of sheets and comforter that hasn't been made all day. Still messy from last night's, no doubt, full of action sleep session.

What can I say, I move when I sleep. I don't think my dog minds. He moves a lot too.
Thankfully I haven't discovered him sleeping in my pillow again.
That's always fun to wake up to.

My eyes are rolling. It's a wonder I'm typing so fluidly still. Thank goodness for spell check.

There is one thing I want right now. [well. other than to go to bed.]
I want to see the stars. I want to sleep under that blanket of stars. To be suffocated by the night sky that is what I remember from the late days at Lake Powell.
I want to be sleeping on the roof of the houseboat, soft water rocking the edges of the boat, lapping on the edges of the canyon rocks, the steady hum of the crickets and animals about. To see so little black. So much glowing silver and white. See that one shooting star. The ones that look like fire in the sky. So amazing.

Okay, I'm rambling now. I need to sleep.
I suppose I'll force myself to go to bed. Even though I still have work to do.
Tomorrow will just have to be a stressful day.
But as long as I'm surrounded by the people I love, doing the things I love,
well. Then I suppose everything will be just fine.