![]() ![]() Either that or exhaustion finally set in. I’d gotten up and written down my fears in my journal, and I’m not sure why, but somehow that worked. ![]() The last time I had such a bad case of not-being-able-to-sleepitis was the night before I started middle school. I sighed and stared at my clock as the numbers turned to 12:00. This method does NOT work unless the goal is to jump out of bed and stomp around on your pins-and-needle feet)Ĭ) Checked to make sure I remembered to pack Nana’s camera at the bottom of my bag where Mom and Dad won’t see it (I did this while I was up stomping around on my tingly feet)ĭ) Turned on my radio since music used to help me sleep when I was little but turned it back off after singing along to three songs in a row. My stomach is swirling like a tornado, and even though I close my eyes, my mind keeps going and going.Ī) Gone into the kitchen to eat a granola bar and drink a glass of milkī) Tried to make my body parts fall asleep, starting with my toes, the way Mom taught me the last time I was up worrying (Trust me, you do not want to put your toes to sleep while the rest of your body is wide awake. And guess what? I am totally and completely wide awake. ![]() I can’t believe it! Tomorrow morning, in approximately six hours to be exact, we’re leaving for China. ![]()
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