sometimes apostrophes are such eyesores
my mind wanders all of the time. especially at night. i always liked staying up late, but as i got older it turned from an occasional happening into a never ending habit. no one is ever up past two here except for me, and in these hours, the world could explode and still i would sit in this chair just staring at the computer screen. its like im the only person alive. and i like that i guess, otherwise i just wouldnt stay up. usually at about two-thirty i get a little phased and hungry. by three im tired and starving. about three-thirty im really out of it and ravenous. four im falling asleep and just dont care about hunger anymore. four-thirty i might as well be gone. but hunger is the best seasoning, and it is just as well with sleep. i dont like to go to sleep until i really really want to. at that point, nothing could be easier for me. nothing could feel as good. so goodbye.