Can't sleep. 

Have to lead parachute time tomorrow. 

Its stressing me out. 

Nightmares of bright colors and children fill my head. 

Moving on to the more important questions in life. 

Do ants poop? 

I mean, they must right? 

This bothers me. 

And, if ants do indeed poop, all other insects must poop, and if all other insects poop, then there must be poop everywhere.

Where are quite honestly sitting in shit. 

This make me uncomfortable...

On a lighter note, my quick timing reflexes have taken on a whole new level. I'm starting to feel like my idol. 

The one. The only. 

Buffy Ann Summers.

True, I do maybe do certain exercises to hone my superhero abilities, but man...my reflexes are lightening fast lately. They never work when I'm playing catch (which in all honesty, I really never do...so this is a bad example, but come along on this journey if you will), but when I least expect it.

Oh, somethings falling off my counter?

I reach out and catch it in midair without even thinking twice.

BADA-BING!

Oh, frisbee of death coming right to my head outta no where.

I duck in the nick of time and that baby soars over my head like an eagle.

If I am Buffy, then that means my Spike is coming along soon, right? Too bad he dies. (I'm not acknowledging his appearance on Angel. This was a serious mistake) But, I'd rather have a hot and heavy torrid love affair that gets cut short, than a lifetime of heartache.

Not really sure where this blog is going...or where it went, rather.

But that's okay. Le sigh. 

Alright, I have to get some sleep, so I can be super, peppy, oh-so-excited, the world is sunshine, rainbows out my ass for tomorrow!

YAY!! *excessive use of hands clapping and head motions here*

Goodnight, fellow slayers.