This is just plain wrong. The day shouldn’t be over already. I’ve been up since five-thirty, but it seems as though I’ve barely had time to get started doing anything.

And I was up until almost two o’clock in the morning watching a robot land on the surface of another planet, something I truly enjoyed doing, but I still don’t feel as though I’ve spent fifty-two of the past forty-eight hours getting to do any of the things I really wanted to do. Or … never mind. You do the math.

Something’s not right. It’s a malfunction, or a disfunction. Non-function. Whatever, something’s wrong.

I’m going to bed anyway. It’s not what I’d like to do right now. What I’d most like to do it stay up all night long reading cool stuff about space robots on Mars, and maybe ordering a book or two about rockets. If I’m really lucky, though, I’ll be able to keep my eyes open long enough to climb the stairs and get to my pillow.