An observation at 12.30 AM

It's 12.30 AM, and what am I doing? Sitting here at my dad's computer thinking.

It's weird, all houses have a certain smell. You never notice our own, because you always live there. I've lived in the house on Mary for almost 10 years, I don't notice how it smells. However, my dad's is a stramge mix of cigarette smoke and fried chicken. The house of a friend of my mom has this strange spicy scent that almost makes me gag when I first set foot in it.

Damn it, I need to go to sleep.

For the record

I was going through my favorites list and happened to stumble upon the account of my old Caleida journal. As I'm too lazy to port it, all that I'm doing is sticking alink here.