yawn

sup, it's 4:51 am and I'm sooooooooooo tired. I'm like just chillin' here ramblin' to an ol' homie about matters of life, lurve and laundry. Totally f'real. It's gotten to the 'random anecdotes' stage now after several hours, I just told the one about me, my best mate's girlfriend, and his dad's wardrobe (not like it sounds, honest guv!). I think about now I ought to be well asleep, even on a more insomniac night, but here I am, typing a blog for the hell of it. Yes yes y'all, keeping it real like a G. There goes the 'type lyke a gangstarr' stage of tired tedium, what comes next only... er... someone knows. 4:58 am now. Might go sleep, it's light. Dawn was about 4:25 this morning, no sunrise cos it's cloudy. I still need to make my bed, good luck to me doing that at 5am making no noise. So anyway, might have me another ramble tomor... sorry, later today. Oh, there it is, five o'clock in the morning. I need a piss. The conversation has upped its ante, we've begun to forget what we're saying and the ever-useful phrase 'shit happens' has been mentioned for the 6th time so far! It's getting truly intense. Sleep beckons. 0503 hours, nobody ought to be up at this time except fools with no life who spend all their type typing stuff on the int... oh.