When midnight came around I didn't feel much. Felt blah. I took photos because I felt at least I'd be doing something useful. My dad snapped at me and I didn't understand why. Then, it hit me: I hadn't wished him a Happy New Year. So I did, and I made a New Year's resolution on the spot that I would try not to blow up with my sibling. I ended up feeling better and started to enjoy it a bit. Had fun rubbing a balloon on my hair and playing with the resulting static. Kids were staring wondering how I was able to make a balloon stick to my hand.

Today's been a slow day. Been putting my resolution into practice.

Sleep these days has been horrible, though. Either I wake up throughout the night, or I have dreams I spend screaming or crying or what have you. And they feel so incredibly real. In one lucid dream, I realized it was a dream, so I tested my senses. Blurry vision, but good hearing, smell I think, and definitely touch. Although I seem to always struggle to walk or feel dizzy or tangled up....

Anyway, Happy New Year all, and a Happy Birthday to will19!