0100 - And so begins the awakened nightmare as I made up my mind to order tehpeng
0300 - Falls onto my bed after shower
0400 - Tossed and turned
0500 - Tossed and turned
0530 - Frustrated, gave up. Peed. Turned on the lights. Read Fernand Baudin's How Typography Works (And Why It Is Important). Got bored. Continued page 112 of Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. Stopped at page 113. Picked up Les Cashiers Purple instead. Much better. Three-quarters through the article, A Philosophical Friendship, caught signs of eyes drooping and mind shutting down. Latched upon them like a leech and dived straight into bed
0600 - Still. Awake. Extended arm towards the table, searched for ipod in darkness. Found it, watched Heima. Hurt my eyes. Listened to Heima.
0630 - (In order) Volcano Choir, Tuung, Bon Iver...
0700 - Turned off Ipod. One million thoughts. Switched to sleep at the end of the bed. Admired curtains.
0730 - Walked out of room. Saw mum awake, complained about my pathetic plight. Walked into brother's room to turn on router. Saw him sleeping soundly despite his right arm raised in midair, fist clenched with the absolution of a politician. Watched his state of comatose in envy, convinced myself that his arm will cramp when he wakes up later. Attempted to snigger. Felt pathetic. Fought the urge to scream into his ear.
0830 - Internet. Watered the plant. Hunger pangs. Headache. Self pride: 0%

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