Even better, sleeping all day, staying out all night.

I wonder how people sneak into & out from their houses. Footsteps make a lot of noises, you know.

So does jeans. Cotton shorts are more quiet.

You have to step on tip toes, & when you land each tip, you land in a rolling down motion. Minimal noise.

Even the clocks in the house are ticking louder than your footsteps. Which is good.

The Big Boss Fight is with my door.

Crappy, noisy door.

I started sweating. I heard blankets getting tossed a bit inside the master bedroom next to my room. Someone is up.

And there is NO WAY someone who is awake cannot hear my crappy, noisy door open.

So I contemplated. Either I wait until I am sure everyone is asleep, before I open the door, which increases greatly the probability that my entrance into my room would not be detected-

-or I go in straightaway, take off my contacts at Godspeed, & come out again, & make a few small noises as though I went downstairs, & come back up, & go in again, so that if anyone asks about it, I can say I went downstairs for a glass of water.

I decided for the latter. I can act, my story doesn't sound improbable, & I did NOT want to wait until someone comes out from the master bedroom, only to see me freaking out & barging into my bedroom just because I didn't want them to see me frozen in front of my bedroom door with my eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlights.

Phone vibrated while I was standing at my door, wondering what to do.

Good thing I'd silenced it before I started my journey up the stairs.

But the vibration was still loud enough to induce more tossings of the blanket from inside the Master Bedroom.

I barged into my room as quietly as I could. In other words, not quietly at all.

I really did try. I tried turning the knob slowly.

The internal wiring & all that inside the knob? Yeah, I think they were installed by accident into a doorknob & were actually meant for some magical device that lets us communicate with people from the past.

My nightlife is so much more interesting than my daytime stuffs.

Oh, & if mum, or dad, or any other responsible adult who's going to tell my parents or lecture me over this, is reading this-

Please, please understand. I love being nocturnal. I will adjust when I have to. Thank you.