my previous upload of this post basically broke this page.. so here's another.
it's funny how time can pass so differently.
as I open the front door at 2am.
the kitchen light - not the porch one - is left on as dad knows my habit of late night snacking.
peanut butter on toast. don't mind if i do.
monday greets me like a slap in the face, my alarm screaming from somewhere underneath a pile of pillows.
i turn over. welcome to the week.
busy weekends.
guess.
x-men is probably best at around 11pm. maybe even earlier.