It was a Dark and Humid Night

It's 12:19. And as you may have guess...I can't sleep. My bedroom feels like I'm inhaling water every time I breathe. (been there, done it, almost died. ) Ah humidity. If I were in a comic book I'd be Night Owl and my Arch enemy would be Humidity Horror. But I'm not so all I can do is whine about how hot it is on my blog. Hey I made a joke! Lets see if anyone else gets in! Hint. Phrasing of words....
This is probably not a good use of my time.
It's not that I can't sleep. I WON'T sleep. I'm rebelling against normal sleep patterns. Watch, I'll regret it in the morning when I work. More likely I'll read this post in the morning and scream 'WHO POSTED THIS GARBAGE ON MY BLOG?' And then I'll remember and go to bed at a decent time tomorrow. Wait it is tomorrow....
It's actually kinda creepy down here. I'm at my dining room table in the dark...typing away like the insomniac creep that I am.  If I believed in ghosts ( which I do) I'd being running back upstairs to my aquarium... why am I not in my room? Two words.
Older sister. Terrifying things. long sharp teeth! Green eyes! HORRIBLE!
Actually she's a baker and she has to get up super early. Like by the time I'm finished with this post.
She is. Hands down the most hardcore person in my life right now....I don't know how she does it. Cooks are like food rockstars. The make our taste buds stand up and scream for more.
Let's put it this way. If Hannah's bakery (which she will be owning soon) was selling tickets, I'd be in the front row.
And while we're on the subject of hardcore sisters I have another one to share with you night owls. Kels. Could shoot the wing off a fly. A coin out of the air. A modern Annie Oakley. Let's just say I'll be more than set for the Zombie apocalypse.
Speaking of Ghouls and the like, my recently departed fish's ghost (I feel bad Ida. I swear.) just swam out of my liquid like room and informed me that it is high time for some shut eye. ttyl.