Wide awake

So here I am at 3am doing laundry.
Can't sleep, brain won't shut down.
Reading a book's not making me very tired. I'll try blogging.
Not real thrilled with the monday meme. The friday five was rather blah too. No real sense wasting your time with that drek.
While doing laundry, I went into our "guest bedroom" down in the basement, waiting for the washer to finish so I could change loads. Laying on the bed down there, remembering the wonderful times I'd had there, in that bed. Now I'm back up in my little single bed, and and missing lost friends more than ever. I hate mornings. I hate the melancholy reflection that inevitably comes then. Hate. Karma's getting a load of shit ready to dump on me for all this hate recently. I don't care. I hate Karma too.