As the thought of you jumps through my head
A swift struggle ensues, but I only find
Despite my attempts, how hard I try
I can not force you from my mind.

I always knew you held much power
Over my thoughts and over my heart.
But the way you linger, at the back of my mind
Is a torture the execution of which is art.

I just wrote that little poem because I can't sleep. Obviously, I can't sleep because a very powerful thought jumped into my mind. I'll admit, it was the thought of an addiction of mine... I've been thinking about peanut butter. As much as I wish I could force the thought of it out of my head, I just can't. And now I'm afraid I'll never get to sleep, unless I eat the darn peanut butter. But if I do that, there's a chance I could suffocate and die. Having a peanut allergy kinda really sucks, especially when you absolutely adore peanut butter.

Since I can't sleep, I just did a little more of my history homework. There's nothing like doing history homework at eleven at night. Of all the ways to spend a Saturday night. I guess it's my own fault, really, for letting peanut butter jump into my head like that. Maybe now that I've gotten some history out of the way I'll be able to sleep.

To a good night's sleep!

(And a life time without peanut butter. Boo hoo.)

- Aimee