Well, it's about 2 in the morning, and I dont think I have been sleeping well at all for about a week. My mom thinks that my sleeping late is the main culprit for making me "vulnerable" to all the viruses going around. She wants me to be like everyone else she knows I guess. But I like the world around me at 2 am. I do. Its quiet and almost serene. I think better at night. It's cooler. It's just better. You feel that the time you have right now is truly yours.
The only gripe I have against staying up late at night is that you always get so hungry. It's a horrible gnawing in your stomach and you just know that whatever you do put in your mouth isn't going to completely satisfy you: something is missing. I haven't figure out what it is yet but at least for me, whenever I think I know what I want for a late night snack, I will definitely change my mind and one of the following things will happen: 1. I should have eaten something else, 2. I shouldn't have eaten such a big portion and 3. Damn, I shouldnt be eating at ALL.
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