It's freezing in here.

This is an odd thing to admit at 4:16 AM... but I can't think straight when I haven't talked to Chris for a couple of days, even just ONE night throws me off a little. Jeez, I haven't even met the guy, only heard his voice, and now I'm going just a little insane.

I went to bed way too early, at like 8:30 PM, because I watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (and wanted to catch up on all the sleep I lost from going to bed at 2 or 3 AM every night). I always go to bed so late, it's weird to wake up around that time. Now I'm just listening to the sounds of various garbage machines, street cleaners, and the L making that little dinging noise when the doors are closing. (I didn't know it ran THIS late...)

I feel like staring at the traffic lights for a while, maybe try to figure out a pattern, and if it's regular. In a city as crazy as this, I suppose there should be some kind of order.

I hear the L again, it sounds so lonely when everything else is so quiet.