Plastic Fire, Synthetic Light

It's not that I don't like sleeping, but rather that the process that builds up to sleeping is quite boring and uneventful to me. If you're like me, it takes about two or three hours to fall asleep, even when my eyes feel all salty and tired. So why would I bother trying to sleep in bed for two hours when I know it won't work? Rather than succumbing to such a silly old thing, I chose the intelligible option of staying awake and ingeniously covering half of my face in silver eyeshadow, sitting in my sink in the darkened lights of my bathroom, shining a half-working flashlight into my eyes, all with the intent of snapping clever little pictures. Whilst taking said pictures, my mom walked in and said goodnight. I casually walked out from my batcave/bathroom with my face still murderously smothered in metallic silver. Mom looked at me, said goodnight again and casually nodded, not looking the least bit suprised after seeing my extraterrestrial face. You would think she's used to seeing me like this based on her so-called "reaction."

Anyways, above are the results of my insomnia: completely cliche single-eyeball photos!