I. Am. Sane.

I can't sleep. Every time I lay in bed my head feels like it's drifting in the ocean, my neighbor to the left has left her dog and now is wailing like its seeing ghosts while my neighbor to the right is having his usual "party" with his fellow countrymen dancing with an fugly pro... professional.

Maybe it's because in less than sixteen hours I have to meet up my parents at the airport. It has always been like this whenever one of them are going back home. I cannot sleep on the day before their arrival or either I get this fever I cannot explain how I got it. Are these withdrawal symptoms? Meeting your parents who have lived in other countries for your betterment for how many so years is like having an informational interview with you as the subject matter expert except that you don't know any of the stuff being thrown at you. The sensation is so intense that even my brother has to stay with his game console for hours before deciding that it was nap time because his eyes are too weak to even blink.

With what I'm experiencing nowadays, I don't know if I'm really, really sane. Me thinks I need therapy. But not to see a shrink. Maybe chocolates would do.

Gawd! How I wish I did not blew my one thou-zend pay-zez off a bag. Darn it.