Mary wants to be asleep. She wants her head to stop pretending it's a radio with a short playlist of tunes that skip incessantly. She does not. want. to be unasleep any longer.
And it's looking more and more probable that she's actually going to have that damn blue hair on Sunday, so guess what? She's getting blue-hair-related cold feet. Right. Well, I've been here awhile, and the girl's been CERTAIN about this for many, many months. Needless to say, she's going to have blue hair, even if I have to tie her to a chair in order to achieve that end. She'll thank me later.
Stupid sleeplessness. Staring into space slack-jawed should be reserved for the more mind-numbing scholastic pursuits. This is downright wasteful.