first night blues

Awww. How I envy my new roommate Marie who's been fast asleep for sometime now. Insomnia can really be the pits sometimes. Now is definitely one of those times.

Anywho, I already met two of my three roommates. There's the now sleeping Marie and Nikka [dunno if that's the right spelling] who's still probably in the living room. The third one hasn't been here since I arrived so obviously I don't know her name yet. But I met one of the two girls next room, Shiloh [again, I'm not sure if that's the right spelling].

So far, so good. I've been pretty comfortable since I arrived--eating, surfing the net and watching TV as if I were back home. I'm already quite friendly with one of the caretakers, Ate Marge. My bedside view's awesome--an aerial view of city lights.

Ah, shit. My throw pillow fell down Marie's bunk. Hope I didn't wake her up. So embarrassing if I did.

Fuck. I still couldn't sleep. What the hell is wrong with me? I've got a comfy bed and pillow, A/C and a nice warm blanket. By all standards I should already be sleeping like a friggin' log. But I'm not. I'm still wide awake as the proverbial owl. Shit.