Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

Its 0017. I have to rise at 6am tomorrow, as usual. Somehow, he must be up thinking I'm in bed already and here i am, still awake, also wondering what he's doing. Great, we both must be wondering what each other's doing when both of us said we're going to bed... I just can't seem to get to bed although I'm so worn out. I 'm starting to suspect its mental exhaustion rather than physical. To make matters worse, I think its both.

Yimmie's eyelids weigh like two gargantuan elephants now.
I think i can sleep already, with this heavy heart...

Good night baby...sigh;