Flashover

You know what’s worse than having writers block?
          
          Having a really good idea for a good oneshot/chapter but nowhere to write it down…

There is a bird outside my window, and it keeps randomly chirping intermittently, and it’s kept me up for three hours!
          
           Sleep? Who needs it?
          
            Not me apparently.

I keep accidentally reading 7:30 as 6:30 when I accidentally sleep in. 
          
          This time I didn’t notice till I went to go to my bus stop and did my usual thing of stop and say hi to my neighbor’s cats, spent a good few minutes petting them and trying to coax the third to come over, before I’m like “wait, why is no one at the bus stop?” Then I check the time and it’s 8:05…

You ever go to a family reunion and feel like you’re the odd one out? Pls help I don’t know how to socialize with anyone but my little cousin and aunts.

Hello to my low number of stalkers, would any of you be interested if I started publishing again?
          
          I’m actually close to finishing a book, so it will already be finished when I get around to publishing chapters, but I just want to see if anyone actually cares. 
          
          It is fantasy hermitcraft based btw

Arena scheduling…
          
          I hate it.

Had someone compare my hiccups to shrieking today, not sure how I feel about it.

Im sitting in the cafeteria, eating and listening to my audiobook, when, for some reason, a booth starts clapping, and, pretty soon, it spreads to the rest of the cafeteria. Wtf

I’m so tired I had a dream about being tired. I think that I was stumbling around like I was drunk, but I’ve never been drunk before so I wouldn’t know. 
          
          I was in my first period, trying to head to my second period, but I stopped in a random classroom far too tired to properly look for my schedule to remember where I was supposed to go, ended up stumbling into an empty classroom with oddly large doors, heard clapping, before I was called to the guidance council or whatever it’s called. 
          
          I talked with a woman (who was apparently the principal, despite looking suspiciously like my doctor) where I was given a sugar cookie, and a bag of skittles that were apparently shaped like either pine trees or stars. 
          
          Oh, and almost every adult was someone I didn’t know, except for that one teacher blabbing about superpowers, who I’ve never actually had as a teacher, or maybe I’m confusing someone else. 
          
          And about half the kids I remember seeing went to a different jrh so-

Happy new year, whys it so loud?