I announce officially that I've become nocturnal. Productivity during daytime = 0, productivity during nightime = 5 , not much higher but still higher. Hate Mondays, feel like someone's ripped me of my precious freedom.
Want to write something under the title 'when love is not enough'. And realized the title's way beyond me.
I slept early last night, but was woken up by a sudden urge to taste just a spoonful of ice-cream. It was near 4am but I jerked myself out of bed and headed to the freezer. I must be freaking mad. All is forgivable ... when one's alone & bored.
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