Playing Big Money with watery eyes will cause you to lose the ability to exceed the level of Ditch Digger.

Coins

The funny thing about nervous habits is that you don't realize you have them until you cease activity, then you are filled with this strange void, fingers itching, and clicking away imaginary columns of brightly coloured coins. I need to find something to keep my brain and fingers busy.

You have encountered Clean Laundry which lunges at you with The Need to be Folded and Put Away!

Insomniac?

I have unusual sleeping patterns. They don't even constitute as patterns because there is no pattern. It is currently 6:24 in the morning, and I haven't had more than ten minutes of sleep. You know you are sleep deprived when it feels like you have air bubbles floating around in your head, and your entire body is shivering like a car engine. Everyone else is sleeping in the backyard soundly, while I'm here awake because my brain is working overtime and is denying me of any sleep. Another form of brain malfunction perhaps?

History tells me that when I have phases of insomnia, my body will balance things out and hit me with waves of narcolepsy later on in the day. I'm probably looking at another day of tweny-hour-or-so sleep sometime soon, along with the ensuing five-hour-headache.

Strangely enough, there is something slightly refreshing about being awake at 6:32 in the morning with your body behaving like a washing machine. Maybe it's all the caffeine that I had three hours ago kicking in. Stupid Eileen.

Stoopidfication

It's finally that time of year. And for this special summer, I have a very special plan. My special goal is to become increasingly stupid as the warm days drag on. You know: dumber over the summer. If I was to draw a line graph of my deminishing intelligence, the y-axis being my brain activity, and the x-axis representing the summer, the line would slope downward so steeply that if you tried to rollerblade it you would face certain death.

P.S.- I got a new flat spine sketchbook today.