1:53 am

i have nowhere to go. going back to bed is the last thing i wanted to do at this time.funny. you know. sleep has this thing on me. i always prided myself of the uncanny talent to sleep during those times when i shouldn't. i hated my bed this time.

i never really planned of going back to the apartment. sure, i always hated going to work. logging-in always means an eight hour hell for me. i'd rather go thru the hell of taking calls this time than staying at home. home always meant a refuge to me. a sanctuary form the menace of my nagging thoughts. but i can't go home this time. not this time