So, it's three something in the morning. I've sworn before that I'd sleep immediately after work, if I'm there til late... I usually am, but here I sit. The only conscious body in a house I share with my brother and his friend. My dog will want to be walked soon. I'll probably ignore his barking, pull the blanket over my head, and sleep a breaths away from noon as usual. But first I must find a way to disappear behind my lids and doze. Not the easiest task, if the past few nights are of any indication. I miss the days when crying made me sleepy. Now it's just a way to relieve stress, no longer acting as a sleeping aid, to my great dismay. I want so badly to put the past 24 hours to rest. I'll spare my fingers the details, but I'll end the night with this; today was a s**t day, but it was a good day.