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Jul. 26th, 2007 02:48 amUsually, I love night, because usually, being alone is kind of comforting. I'm probably a ridiculously strange person for that, but whatever. That's me.
But tonight (almost 3 am, so it's not really night) is one of those times when I hate night, because everyone's asleep when I want to talk and being alone sucks instead of being comforting.
So I'm posting on LJ.
Actually, I considered sneaking into my sister's room and sleeping on her trundle bed (yes, she has a trundle bed, and I, Laura Ingalls Wilder freak that I am, am insanely jealous), but it was too dark to read and I can't sleep without reading. I spent a couple of minutes in there anyway, just because I really did want to talk and that was about as close as I was going to get. I stopped short of waking her up. Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow.
Anyway, with this pointless post out of the way, I think I'll go read. With luck, I can finish this book and start on The Scarlet Letter (for summer reading) tomorrow.
But tonight (almost 3 am, so it's not really night) is one of those times when I hate night, because everyone's asleep when I want to talk and being alone sucks instead of being comforting.
So I'm posting on LJ.
Actually, I considered sneaking into my sister's room and sleeping on her trundle bed (yes, she has a trundle bed, and I, Laura Ingalls Wilder freak that I am, am insanely jealous), but it was too dark to read and I can't sleep without reading. I spent a couple of minutes in there anyway, just because I really did want to talk and that was about as close as I was going to get. I stopped short of waking her up. Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow.
Anyway, with this pointless post out of the way, I think I'll go read. With luck, I can finish this book and start on The Scarlet Letter (for summer reading) tomorrow.
