I have a long list of favourites. Favourite food. Favourite memories. Favourite friends and colleagues. Favourite animals, books, music, movies and porn stars.
But when it comes to time, 01:30am is fast becoming my LEAST favourite time. This seems to be the time I wake up craving or asking questions about life I don’t want the answers to.
01:30am seems to be a time of uncertainty, and neediness and self-pity – a time when sleeping pills in excessive amounts make more sense than at any other time.
01:30am can go fuck itself. I’m not engaging.