Forgive Me If I Make No Sense

It's 1:30AM, it's absolutely pouring outside, and I can't, for the life of me, for the second night in a row now, get anywhere close to sleeping.

I just wrote a huge paragraph and then erased it because it was numbingly boring.

Instead of trying to be witty when I can barely stay awake but can't go to sleep, I will tell you a bedtime story.

There was once a boy named Grant. He made small amounts of money working at a coffee shop and didn't quite work hard enough at school. One night he couldn't get to sleep.

The end.