What if actual mornings began at 6am.
Wouldn't that make things sort of easier?

I mean, not really easier... but just when you're referring to things.
Take my life for example. I say last night when I mean this morning.

"Guess what time I slept last night?"

"11:30?"

"No! 2am! *laughter*"

"You should have said this morning!"

"Sorry na po."

Or I'd say tomorrow when I mean later this afternoon or something.

Then again. That really is how my system works. Everyone understands anyway.

Sigh. My body clock is all screwed up.

(Might I say, I forget what day it is these days.)

Wow. 1:30am. It's raining. What a summer.

I'm supposed to be asleep by now, but I'm extending by just a bit. ;)

Anyhow... this afternoon, I had a dream. (No, I didn't take an afternoon nap. I woke up at 3pm. Hehehe.)

Going back to it... I had a dream. I was drafted into the army or the navy... or something. o.O Not just me, but the whole junior-incoming-senior batch. It was crazy. A lot were crying. I can't remember why though. There was no battle scene or anything. I woke up too early for that. (Though I still woke up late.) Quite distinctly, I remember having this cabin in a ship. Quite stuffed. Kim and Charles were my roommates. I don't know why, but they were. I even remember Mrs. Cacacho checking up on us and stuff.

Strange dream.

But what if there really was a war?

I don't think I'll find myself in the front lines. I'll either be in one of those anti-war hippie rallies. Or dead in some building that was bombed. I'd prefer it that way. ;)