The Morning After

No I'm not talking about sex. The title simply pertains to a morning following a night, which does tend to happen rather often. I'm looking over my post from last night, I have to say, I am extraordinarily impressed with it. Not with the wording or anything, just with the fact that I managed to type a short essay whilst buzzed at 3a.m. Then again I do most of by best writing while half asleep, but I digress. I'm not really sure why I'm posting, but I've already started so I suppose there's no going back (unless I delete everything, but that's a waste of a thought process ). Meh, it's noon, too early for this shit. Noon? Early? Yes, my internal clock is pretty fucked up due to the fact that I've been up till 5 a.m. the past week or so, and as I am sixteen, I get to pull the steryotypical-sleep-till-noon-teenager card. Hmm, I feel this post was anticlimactic; I was expecting to be struck with some sort of insane clarity halfway through, but I guess all my non-existent readers will have to live with the dissapointment. I'm not even sure who I'm typing to, I don't know why I keep using the word "you" as if someone's reading this, it's like talking to thin air (which incidentaly isn't uncommon for me). I need to invent a new pronoun for a non-existent entity, so I can use that in place of  "you" from now on. I'll call it "slfdkjjnbgl" (pronounced SULF-DIK-JIN-BIGGEL).