I Am A Night Owl

Check the update times on these blog. It's 2 a.m., 1 a.m., nearly every single time.

It's what I do before I go to bed, when I remember.

Whether it comes from working nights at Supastore, or the fact that I like to stay up late, or the fact that it continues when I get up late, or the fact that I can get to bed pretty late because I'm in college, I very rarely get up before 10 a.m.

This is probably why I have no life.

I wish I didn't have a purpose in life. Then I could just focus on making money.

But I think I do. I think it's writing. I think that's what God wants me to do.

Because everything else, my mind is filled with things. This, my mind is emptied. And I feel better afterwards.

Song of the day,
"The Peanut Vendor," by Perez Prado.

That peanut vendor sold me some bad peanuts. I now have cancer.
Esse vendedor de amendoim vendeu-me alguns amendoim maus. Eu agora tenho câncer.