it seems to suit you better;

You know that magic energy that lets you get up in the morning, whatever it is? I think I'm running out. Every morning, whether it's for school or for work, I'm like nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggh and even my brother is starting to get up first, and he's the laziest person alive.

Yesterday we surveyed a bunch of mad science laboratories. Okay, not really, but there were a bunch of rectagular buildings, all the windows were one way, and all the companies were oddly generic sounding names like Chemical Materials, or Laboratory Corporation. If anyone asked us what we were doing, Bryce and I decided that instead of giving them the stock reply, we'd tell them that we were looking for their secrets.

Alas, it was a Saturday. No one asked.

I actually wrote last night. I haven't written anything in like, a month, which doesn't sound like a big deal, but it really is. It's utterly bizarre.