I'm a night person. To the fucking core. I can sleep for three hours, be up for all the day, and the minute that the sun sets, I am ready to rock. And yet, I sleep shitty during the day, and best at night. It's a conundrum. I've been up all night, cherishing an empty house before my dad returns from a trip. But I can't get back to sleep. Nothing in particular is bothering me, just this random feeling of dread. I'm thinking of putting my pants back on and going for a walk, but it'll only be a matter of time before the sunlight gives me a migraine because of my lack of sleep. But, such is life. Besides, I like lounging on my couch in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. My balls are dangerously close to falling out, but no one's around to give a fuck about it. Feels good man.
I think this evening I'm going to go get a bottle of wine and wander around my favorite park until dark, brown-bagging like a homeless man in an alley. One of the joys of living in a small town (Aside from all the bullshit)is knowing almost all the cops in town, and which cops are on duty at most times of the day. Most of them don't give a fuck what I do, because they know me, and know I rarely cause problems. Maybe I'll wait until the stars come out, and just stargaze until I feel like walking back home. We'll see. I'm playing this all by ear.