Dear Diary,
I haven't slept in 36 hours. I wa shelping out the people at the Relay for Life/Cancer walk-thing... don't remember why I was there. I think I've reached the point where I don't really do the things I do, I just kinda flow through the air. Seriously, I think my brain is too tired to send out messages to my arms, so they start acting by themselves. So far they haven't done anything particularly stupi- ... uh...
Never mind.