Currently sitting here with a double espresso and wondering if anyone else feels like they’re living in a simulation designed by someone who hates sleep? Between trying to keep Eleanor on a schedule and watching my brother slowly turn into a human enigma, I am officially running on fumes. Also, just a side note for the people asking: No, I don't think "managing" your life by splitting it in half is a good idea. I told him once, and I’ll say it again: it’s not okay.