The Run-on Sentence of a Chronic Insomniac

I want to talk about life and the meaning of it all and look at the stars and fly a kite even though I hate kites and then roll down a hill and throw up and get carsick in a taxi and then eat some street food and hear some shitty cover band and then lose the claw (almost getting a stuffed animal) and then slide down the bowling alley lanes in nothing but socks and cross the street, dangerously close to getting hit, and then stay in a cheap hotel with a waffle maker and then eat some gelato and have an awkward encounter with a stranger and then smile at someone and look up at a tall building and feel so small and then ride a camel and learn something new about the human body and then roast a few marshmallows and then pass by a homeless guy, feeling so guilty, and then hear a song that reminds you of a certain time or of your ringtone when Chris used to call you to ask about your Vonnegut paper and you put yourself back into your high school self and realize it's a different person completely even though you share the same skin.