I really need to sleep.
But I'm writing on Medium.
Why am I still awake. It's almost midnight, and I should be in bed, dreaming away. But, instead, I'm here, typing. It's like Medium in my new drug of choice. It's not like I have to be up at six. Oh, wait, I do. It doesn't matter if it's the weekend. I could call it lucky; six is sleeping late.
Oh well, never mind. Writing makes me happy. Okay, it curbs the knawing hunger to create…