videoing it in.

Sleep has been elusive. As a result, I don't much feel like writing. Luckily, I got that nifty video camera. So until the nerve endings in my brain work properly, and synapses begin to fire, this will have to suffice. I'm sure I won't get any complaints from the Grandparents.

It's only a minute long. Moral included.




Edit: The resolution provided by Blogger does not give this bruise justice. If you could see what I see, you would understand why I'm thinking of replacing my hardwood floors with foam rubber.