I wear my favorite skirt.
I wear my favorite black top, a gift from a very close friend.
I wear comfortable sandals.
I carry my best bag.
And I wear my hair in a ballerina fix, carefully adjusting the hairpins on the sides to keep the bangs from covering my cheeks.
I buy myself large McDo fries and my all-time favorite coke float.
I completely ignore the computer at home and go to one of those internet cafes way back in college. I spend for hours and hours of online surfing and restless page-hopping.
I go to the mall and meet a friend. I sit for hours on end at the coffee place, shell out a few more hundred and talk and talk and talk. Sometimes I listen, too. Mostly I laugh. That laughter that feels like it's the only thing you grew up with, never hesitating to laugh loudly and create weird noises by the end of each gap.
Midnight is 9pm for us.
And 3am is midnight.
So I go home by 1am or 2am. Cram. There's stuff to finish. Loads of them.
But the day's fine.
What's important is, it's 3am and I will sleep to an enveloping white. Will I be happier when I wake up? Maybe. Maybe not.
It's midnight. And I'm sleeping now.