Rendezvous
27 December 03 : 02.06 AM
Lying on my bed, bored to death. Trying to sleep for the past one hour, but nothing works; not even counting sheeps. It was very late, and I really should be asleep, but somehow I just couldn't.
Zac calls.
"What are you doing now? Need me to talk to you?"
"Sorry, busy."
Then I sat in the bathtub, spraying cold water on myself until my skin wrinkled. I've been doing that pretty often lately, is that psychotic or something? That I would spend half an hour or so just making myself cold.
By the way, I'm avoiding Zac.