Awake at 3am When I Don't Want To Be

I’d seen you around, heard talk of you before. Somewhere along the way we began exchanging smiles of acknowledgement. I began noticing your face whenever we were in the same room and started wondering if you were doing the same. Never thought you were much to look at before, but I stand corrected. I never really thought about it at all. Now I have to admit that I seem to find you pleasing to the eye, and when you speak it makes me smile. And it leaves me wondering…

I heard you on the drums and stories of your ineffable humour somehow always reach my ears. I never go looking for these snippets. Honest. I don’t know much else about you except that you seem like a pretty interesting person, a person I would have enjoyed getting to know only if circumstances had been different.

But the way things stand, you’ll go your way, and I’ll go mine, sharing nothing more than a minute’s polite conversation for a little while longer.

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Tried writing on the scenario above but I kept getting stuck because it hasn’t played out in real life yet and me being me, I need real life inspiration to spin a story. *sigh*

Perhaps in a couple of months when this is in the perfect past I’ll be able to word it out, when I know for sure the outcome and the people involved are no longer sharing my elevator every morning and evening.

Or maybe the words aren’t coming out right because I’m pushing my neurons to work at 3 am on a weekend when I’ve been relaxing for a good whole day prior to this doing pretty much nothing.

My alarm clock will ring in about 5 hours and I’ll begin my Sunday and I’m sincerely hoping that it’ll be a productive day because being a bum can get depressing. I think that’s why psychiatrists keep ‘suggesting’ that depressed individuals get a hobby… I totally get it now. I’m depressed enough to kill a cockroach. Usually I run away screaming because I hate their hairy legs and weird smell. Ok, am totally rambling now but sleep hasn’t set in yet!

On a different note, my roommate made buttercake and it’s a perfect pre-dawn snack for an insomniac like myself. I say pre-dawn because the sun rises at 4.30 nowadays. I might see the sunrise before I fall off into elusive slumber. Insomnia has its upsides I guess :)

My mum just called. It’s 7.30 back home and she had just finished sending my brother off to work. Dad’s still asleep. Sister and the cavalry are there for a few days. Sis-in-law and niece are still snuggled in bed. That’s where I’ll be in 31 days exactly and it’s just a matter of counting down the days now…

Though once I get home there’ll be a two month silence on my blog I suspect because when I am home my clock seems to have lesser than 24 hours a day :)

Right. This has got to be the most pointless post that I’ve ever written, but at least it’s giving me something to do. It was between pecking this out on my keypad and studying intusseption (a nenonate disease) and obviously intusseption won - not!

I hope you guys have a great day and don’t ever get cursed with insomnia. It’s a cruel thing indeed! Bubbye for now… And so ends my current case of the 'Insomniac Rambles' ;)