I laid in bed for awhile with my eyes wide open. A surge of energy forced me to get up and tidy my room. Of all of the things mom could catch me doing at 6AM, cleaning isn't punishment-worthy.

I listened to Ben Folds' "The Luckiest" at least 13 times in a row; it brings me to the edge of tears everytime. Just because its so beautiful. I suppose that indicates just one more level of weird for me, but hell, at least I didn't sing along - it is, after all, 6AM.