The Discreets Sleeps With Me Tonight

This must be one of the most 'droning' moments of my life. It's 0722 hours. Just came back from breakfast. Haven’t slept since 1030 hours yesterday.

Yes, some might say 'Oh that is absofuckinglutely nothing' or 'Eleh, aku pernah dua hari tak tidor tau? Takde pun kecoh macam kau'. Hurrah! Hail you, show boaters! Bah. Everyone's someone else's weirdo.

By the time I'm done with Win A Date With Tad Hamilton it was already 0415 hours. Amazing. 7 hours earlier I was complaining of how slow time flies by. Okay, fine. Point taken.

Since I wasn't sleepy, I thought, what the heck? Another DVD would do. The only thing that was left unseen was Winona Ryder's Lost Souls: Deliver Us From Evil. It's The Exorcist-meets-End Of Days kinda. Girl was formerly exorcised, head priest went through psychological shock, girl's left alone to do all the dirty work, found Satan's un-baptized human 'container', both got traumatic, girl kills the 'container', end. The only plus point is that somewhere along the movie the 'container' played Gomez's Tijuana Lady on his stereo. But bottom line: A-grade stinker.

By the time the 'stench' subsided, it was 0545 hours. 13 hours earlier Adam installed the much-loved Diablo II much to my enjoyment. Since I was still stuck in Chapter I, I thought, what the heck? Finish it up by 0630 hours. At 0615 hours, I was still bludgeoning Yetis and Fallen Demons just so I could get to the 5th last dungeon. Not good. Resume later.

Fast forward to breakfast, for the 1st time ever, I was the 1st to 'officiate' the dining hall for the day. Meg was there as well. Ah, a familiar face. Oh, and there was this lot of......*yawn*......*astaghfirullahalazim*......

Ooops.

So that was it.

Writing's my sleeping pill.

And I thought my newfound insomnia would win the upper hand.

Ah, yes. FAR is at 2030 hours. Looking forward to that. Night classes are always complimenting.