You can give me anything, but love.

Daddy woke me up at 7 today: you're going to be late for school! & I'm like erm dad it's the holidays.

An hour later I got woken up by a call from Kieran asking me out to Sentosa (note to self: remember to set phone on silent mode when I go to bed), I looked out of the window & lo & behold, it was raining cats & dogs. I hurled some rather nasty words at him & hung up (Oops, sorry punk /:)

Then at 930, I got woken up by the meatball crying away.

After meatball settled down I thought I could finally have some undisturbed sleep, but noooo Mummy started the annoying little vacuum cleaner at 1130. So I got so fed up, I didn't want to sleep anymore.

Then I fell asleep at 2 & slept for the whole afternoon.

So now I'm wide awake & I don't think I'll be able to sleep again untill like, 3 o clock?

I really think I'm going to be nocturnal again, like you know, an owl, except that I don't have those claws & feathers.

Oh you know I just realised that I suck at expressing myself to a particular person in a certain way. I never knew that writing a letter could be so difficult...

& ahhhh I've reached another crossroad. Just where exactly do I go from here.