Dear Blog, I write on you, but you're still not talkin'

I'm up. I gots insomnia doc. I'm on a wacky sleep sched is all. Gotta get organized in the morning. My brain is melting. My first class isn't looking realistic, but I'ma Aunt Jemima sure am gonna try to make it. Beautiful weather. I love New York so much. I Love You, NY the movie. NOT DA PLACE!!!!! I'm trying to slow down a little bit. I could use a day to JUST BREATHE -Faith Hill. My body is angry with me I can tell. It stops talking every time I enter a room. Like it was just TALKING ABOUT ME. I miss my parents. Dad is off to LA. God knows where Mothah is. I have a pit in my stomach. A nervousness.