For Those Who Care

I know I shouldn't be doing this. Staying awake late at night. I promised not to to myself and a guy who cares about me apparently more than I care about myself. I'm going to feel under the weather tomorrow. I managed to take the neglectful me to the bathroom and then to bed early yesterday and the day before. That was quite a l'exploit! Besides, it is not that late yet. This time I'll make it no later than one a.m.
This is a blog, quite a peculiar one. If you're reading this, you're in one of two groups. Either you're here accidentaly, not intending to read the sorry-I-just-can't-sleep stuff, just looking for Eurofan gadgets or some porn videos. If it is so, you can... leave the page at any proper moment, that is now, thank you very much.
If you belong to the other group, you probably give a damn about me (though I guess not as much as the person I mentioned at the beginning). I may dare say you quite like me [grimace]. Wy did I add the word 'quite'? I suppose it's lack of self-confidence. You never know if you're liked and accepted, right? That's a shame people can't interpret my faces correctly. Or is it that I can't hide my thoughts? They just spill out through my mouth, my eyes, my muscles... Whatever.

With the great deal of books that I've got, why did I choose to read "Zorro" now? It's not a holiday must-read, I can assure you. I'll need to discover loads of patience in my faint self.

Good night! Or I should say Good day...

Happy Holiday ;-]