Tell me your thoughts and your dreams and your plans

my thoughts: I have to work tonight. I should sleep. Why can’t I sleep? Ugh. My neighbors home. Always so loud. I hope they get fleas. That’s mean. I hope they step on legos walking to the bathroom. I wonder if my milk is expired. I should check. I wonder what the chemical compound for milk looks like. Does it have one? No I need sleep. Remember when you were in third grade and you rolled your eyes at the art teacher behind his back and that stupid popular girl tattled on you? God you were such an idiot. Does pepper expire? Is it your spleen that makes red blood cells? What time is it in Rome right now? I kind of want to look that up. No sleep. UGH! I should start a sofa-loving movement. Wait. Why am I typing this again? I need to sleep.