I am so tired that I see tiny pinpricks of starlight & glowy purple nebulas whenever I close my eyes. There are galaxies on the backs of my eyelids. Last night I could not sleep because someone's car alarm burbled & yelped for about three hours. I could have closed the window but the house was already disgustingly stuffy. Ray Bradbury once referred to 3:00 a.m. as the soul's midnight. My soul would very much like to be asleep at midnight.
I encountered three bees yesterday but did not act ridiculous or freak out or anything.
I did, however, back into the lawnmower with my car.
I'm as awesome as cupcakes.