I cursed when I saw that it was still 3:45am. That meant I fell asleep somewhere around 9 or 10 the prior night... I couldn't remember... I slept the day away. Making best of the time, I went to my pc and tried to find something to do. I opened warcraft 3 and played a dota game when my pc abruptly froze. When it did, I had to do some extra troubleshooting to get it working again. Annoying I know but it can't be helped, I had nothing better to do anyways. I then realized that I couldn't feel anything on my fingers or toes as the cold air of the AC mercilessly bit at them so I covered myself in my blanket as I worked. Once it finally worked, I sat down and tried to see if the pc worked. The screen lit up and it was loading much to my relief. Checking the clock, it was just a quarter from 4am, sunshine was just starting to shine into my room.

As I braced myself from the cold in front of my pc, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. It has been years since this last happened -- I remember waking up in the wee hours of the every morning, unable to get back to sleep. The combination of restless dreams and biting cold was enough of a wake up call for me and even if my mind was an utter blank, the instinct was to open the pc and try to write about what just happened. Truly, this doesn't make sense but it's a sort of habit that's hard to drop. I recall that I'd write long essays about what I was thinking, get groggy, read what I wrote, decide that it's utter crap, erase it and then go back to sleep saying to myself that I'll finish it in the morning when my mind's working. I never did finish anything in the morning because I could never figure out what I was writing about in the first place.

I guess I do that because I really don't have anyone to talk to at 3am in the morning. I wish I did but I don't... so there. I don't even know what I'm talking about -- I just narrated what happened from 3am. I spent the idle time catching up on Nana and later, couldn't put myself to stop watching until I realized that the room was spinning. I realized that my throat was dry so i drank some water and from that, my stomach churned -- I was hungry, so I finished off the last of the sour cream and onions Pringles that was lying around. Watching Nana until 7am got me to where I am now, writing about it.

I have no explanations for this entry except that I found the picture I found pretty and that I haven't written anything narrative in a long time. I even missed writing the Battle Royale I started -- that will have to end soon (Soon, my fans, very soon). I checked a friend's blog today and found out she was having cat problems haha. Entertaining. On a sidenote, my grandmother effectively paid off any debt I have with my parents due to the things getting lost fiasco. Luck strikes again! But I'm not going to rub it in on the rents any time soon. As far as they are concerned, I still screwed up and as far as I'm concerned, I still screwed up.

I think I want to change some pictures in this blog of mine... any suggestions? Goddamn, it's too early -_-