I'm not sure what's going on with the boy. Last night our conversation got a bit... odd. Hmmm...
I got absolutely no sleep last night. I just lay there, uncomfortable, tossing and turning. I am surprisingly compus mentus for someone who has been awake for 38 hours and worked for 18 of those.
EDIT: The conversation got odd when he fell asleep with fingers on keys... I did wonder! Somehow he still managed to type my name though! Good thing I suppose...
