I notice that I hate people fussing over trivial things. Yet I write trivial things in my journals. Ambivilance seems to rule my life. Hmm...

It's 11:20pm. I usually sleep at about 2am, but I had a cafe mocha at about 6pm, so God knows when I'll be asleep. And the sad part is that I'm going to go to bed at around 1:30am, PRETENDING that I never had that mocha, and wondering why I'm not falling asleep. I'll toss and turn, and the next time I look at the clock it'll read 5am, and the sun will be peeking through the blinds, and I'm gonna look like a wreck tomorrow because my boss (for the morning job) wants me in early (9:30am - fuck you, that's fucking early for me).