Yes, folks, this is what a person does at 4 in the morning when they are unable to sleep. Sure, I could be working on something more productive - like schoolwork - but the fact is when you want to be asleep but can't achieve it, nothing productive seems appealing. Hell, I could even be working on writing something for the class I want to get into but since there's nothing of value to write I do this.
Not that this isn't valuable. But, let's face it, I would never be able to hand this in and gain entry into a class where the entire point of getting accepted is from what you write. I look to this as more of an exercise to see just what kind of bullshit I can spew in a short amount of time. Sad, really, if you think about it.
No, what's really sad is that I have nothing better to do. And I don't feel like reading. If laying in bed trying to sleep wasn't so boring I would probably still be doing that. I suppose I could pop a few melatonin pills... but I really hate popping pills to begin with. Nope, this is better. Hopefully after I am done regurgitating whatever comes out in a fluid motion I will be tired enough to actually sleep. Then again, writing until I pass out may happen before that.
The night is really peaceful though. There's no noise coming from anywhere aside from the static white noise of life. And the possibility to be alone while there's really someone right next door is a heavenly thought; sometimes living under a rock looks like the most amazing thing in the world instead of where I am now.
But really, what is a person to do? Home is where the heart is and all that jazz. However, I think that I lost me heart somewhere. Maybe I left it in San Francisco... only problem is that I've never been there. Maybe it was surgically removed while I wasn't looking. Not having a heart could cause some major health complications in the near future...
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