Late Night Renaissance

Wow. I can't sleep tonight. I kept wanting to write, paint, draw, sculpt. Imagine a twelve-latte caffeine high, but without the side-effects (twelve trips to the little girl’s room)... so far. I spent all night sketching in my book. I think mostly everyone in the expedition stayed up too. They were using those weird tubular machines, taking soil samples, mineral samples, and of course Involvium samples. Midway through the night, the expedition folks even broke into song. Sounded like an old sea chanty from Pirates of the Caribbean, but was much more inspirational and cool. I even joined in.