6am-6pm

I am officially nocturnal. A bat, a koala, a snow leopard, an owl. Nearly extinct. Fuck it.

I was under the impression that reading a book long enough would make me sleepy. So I popped some sleeping pills and picked up one of the Palahniuk novels I used to read a million times over during study halls and basketball games. What I didn't count on was myself. I needed to finish that book. Need to turn that last fucking page before I'd lay in bed and pretend to sleep for long enough for it to actually happen. Chapter 9 my eyes went blurry. Chapter 12 I saw light trails. Almost finished with Chapter 22 I looked out my window and was surprised to see a blue sky, birds flying everywhere. It was goddamn springtime. I blinked a few times, realizing it was the 3am and there was a blanket over the window. Hallucinating. Laughing, I spilled my head over the edge of the bed and started walking on the ceiling. My bedroom was a whole new world. I was Christopher fucking Columbus. Who would have thought the most interesting thing to happen to me all week would be some Lunesta and my cat growing wings. Fuck it.