at this point of time, staring at the clock on my computer screen, it reads 1:08 AM. with the lights off, i am typing in the dark.
honestly speaking, i am tired. so tired that you can’t imagine. but yet i refuse to sleep. i don’t know why, too. so stop asking me to sleep. there this silent stubborness in me that is fighting the urge to sleep. why?? i can’t be sure.
maybe i missed the late nights at tim hortons. getting a cup of large triple triple at the ungodly hour of 3 or 4 AM in the morning, chatting with friends. yakking on nothing important, just enjoying one anothers’ presence.
if i can turn back time and make it stop, i want to stay 20 forever. i maybe chubby, but i’m happy.
Filed under: i am (not) canadian, schmaltz
