bramthepale

So, 3am EST. I've got shit to do early tomorrow. An important application to drop off, a friend who needs a pick-up from the hospital a few towns over. Luckly for me, they're in the same direction. Owning a car means people ask you for rides. I reconciled myself with that responsibility before I turned 18 I think... now I always drive. This would bother me, except as soon as I get into a car, I turn into a control freak... so best I drive anyway. People would kill me if I didn't.

I headed to bed at 11pm. Read "Canadian History For Dummies" for 45 minutes. Awesome book... good history, and told in a really humourus way. Canadian history is really amusing, if you have a rather ironic twist to your sense of humour.

Before midnight, I'm out cold. This would be awesome, I want to be up at 9am... except around 12:45, I'm awake again. I get a glass of milk, and try to get back to sleep. I'm laying still, except my foot keeps tapping. I was exhausted an hour ago, where'd this energy come from? So I get up, get some cookies to go with my milk, and put on an episode of the old "Ancient Warriors" series from the Discovery Channel. I have them all laying around, and haven't watched them, and that annoys me almost as much as an unread book. Pretty boring series really, can't remember how I even got them.

A mosquito just bit my leg. I'm gonna take that as a sign to try sleeping again. And that my leg is gonna itch in the morning.

Aren't the little things in life glorious?