اَلسَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ

So hiya.

To those of you who read this right after waking up, good morning. To those of you who read this right before heading to bed, goodnight.

It's 02:34AM down here in Malaysia, and I ((being an insomniac with screwed up sleeping patterns)) have not slept yet. Well I'm writing this post now aren't I. Way to go Captain Obvious.

I am an owl. A bat. A hyena. I am the definition of a human with countable blinks of shut-eye. That is how little sleep I get.

Let's talk about something else, shall we? Let's not talk about trying to sleep or counting sheeps or how annoying it is that the words trying to sleep and annoying sheeps rhyme. But wait, does not talking about sleep count as talking about sleep?

Hahahaha wait we aren't talking. There isn't even a “we” in this conversation. This isn't even a conversation for crying out loud.

Hey, this is me at 02:46AM in the morning, overthinking my brain cells to oblivion. Hmph. Oblivion. That word reminds me of John Green's The Fault in Our Stars.

“I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself of the simplest pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I'm in love with you.”

Honestly, it's only been five days, but I miss you horribly.

03:04AM. Peace be upon you.