After mulling this over for a bit and, finding no reason not to, I got trite and pulled a Grantaire at three o' clock on a rainy Thursday.

Definitely not the smartest decision I've made. However, seeing as most people seem to be of the opinion that I am incapable of making sensible decisions at all, I figure I have a reputation to live up to.

I made it through my eight o' clock rehearsal without a hitch, all the same. And, as an added bonus, I slept well for the first time in heaven knows how long. Granted, I dreamed my soc prof was having an affair with Jack the Ripper, but even so, 'twas a small price to pay.

If Grantaire was an insomniac, I have no trouble at all perceiving how he fell into his vice, insomuch as he fell into it at all. As opposed to, say, embracing it or some such thing.

I do not, that is, intend to turn into an R. A girl has to draw the line somewhere.

And now I have to head off to be a volunteer usher and chat with the director of the scene I volunteered to be in. I'm never going to get ahead in this world if I don't stop volunteering, am I? Now's a time to find out, alas. This could be rather interesting.

Adieu.