i was planning to sleep early tonight. early as in,…before midnight. preferably eleven, to be precise.
it is now twenty minutes past midnight, i’m sitting in my room. on the floor, at my favourite spot: by the heater. i like leaning on the heater, i like the warmth it gives on my back. you know, it feels as if someone is hugging you from behind. (dear readers, an ‘awww’ response would be more appreciated instead of ‘woman, y u no find a man?’. thanks)
watched fight club last night (actually since it’s technically tuesday, that means two nights ago). my second time after six years, i think. it’s scary to think the extent to which being insomniac can destroy you almost completely. like a boss -sorry i mean, like a tyler durden.
being an “on-off” insomniac, i suppose there is no chance i’d turn into ed norton’s character. apart from passing out once (luckily in my own room), by far i think the worst effect of my sleep deprivation is forgetting how to work on the microwave.
hm. time to (try to) hit the hay. good night.
