Addicted

I have become a creature of the night. I do not sleep until 5:30 in the morning, and drag myself out of bed around noon. I slump through my afternoon sipping Tim Horton's coffee, and blindly fish leftovers out of my fridge. I burn my food and eat it anyways, I am operating on automatic. Around eight I get tired again, and have more tea. At ten I want to go out, and get wired off beer and good company. I dip at 2am into exhaustion, and find a third wind, pushing through until the lights come up. I come home and get high, and crawl into bed as false dawn breaks.

This life is no good, I try to break the habit but I am addicted. Even here, in my empty room with economics textbooks strewn around, I can feel myself starting to itch. I don't really remember how any of this happened, but here we are.

I tell myself I will get through the night, then my fingers walk over to the telephone and dial it of their own accord, I do not know his number, but they do. Tonight will be the same, and I am sure I'll be up until five again, sleeping til noon. Its worth it though, when you're operating on borrowed time, every second counts. I should know.