I’m feverish. It started last night when after I’d glued myself on my PC, I lied on my bed half-concious, half-dead.
For several nights, I’ve made it a habit to sleep early dawn, five-o-clock the most. And this staying-up-at-ungodly-hours-tinkering-PC has gotten the worst out of me. Come class hours, I couldn’t recognize the teacher’s discussion from my seatmate’s chit-chats.
Roy was right. I should refrain myself from sleeping this late. After all, we don’t have the body of a teenager anymore. We’re both in our mid-twenties, and bodies on this age are started to weaken from the constant attacks of foreign elements.
Ah, if only I can adjust my mental faculty to work hard before twelve midnight. And if only I can speed up the internet connections before that hour also. You see, my mind works brilliantly the same time the internet connection works fast – and that is after twelve midnight.
