It is a cruel fate that keeps me up this late on a Sunday evening. I am finally finished with all my homework, only to find that I am not even tired. This probably has to do with the can of Mountain Dew I drank at youth group. I don't even like Mountain Dew. I will be tired, I know, by tomorrow morning. But right now I'm enjoying the peace and quite of my dark, sleeping house. I'll probably regret it tomorrow. I know I will. But now I'm awake and my mind is going full speed and I feel like I could write for hours. I won't though. I'll go to bed and get up in less than six hours and go to orchestra. I guess. Goodnight.