Midnight Mayhem Liveblog
The city tends to get quiet after midnight.
Not right downtown, maybe. Out here in the suburbs, though, it’s dead silent. It’s probably too late - and probably too chilly, too - to have the window open, like this, but there’s no one here but me, after all. And it’s worth it for the occasional train whistle, the only sound to break through all that silence.
Saturday night is for being alone. Watching stuff, cleaning my apartment, doing some writing. It’s just past midnight, now, and that’s already what I’ve been up to all night, after all. Work’s exhausting - forty hours of it, Monday to Friday, with a three hour daily commute - and weekends are for being alone. It’s a bit isolating, sure, but it’s also comforting, somehow, to finally have some space.
Maybe I’ll do some cleaning. This tends to be about the time of night when I get twitchy. 12:17, and I seem to have reverted to watching stuff again. Which is awesome, of course - I’m always keen to see what my favourite characters are up to, what battles they’re currently fighting - but I should also maybe be productive? Though, that being said, self-care is one of the many definitions of productive, so. Maybe I’ll stick with that for now. Still haven’t heard the train whistle, but maybe it’ll happen soon. There are some boats around here, too, with their loud horns, but I haven’t heard any of those for a while, either.
Heck, the zombie apocalypse could be starting outside, for all I know. I’ve gradually grown to realize that living in a city alone is lonely in a way that living in the country alone isn’t, and this would certainly be one of the worst places to be during a zombie outbreak. Too many people, but so few who actually care about you. Not exactly a good combo if the end of the world comes knocking.
12:24, now. The tea is warm, at least. Warm and rather yummy, and enough to wake me up a bit more. I managed to tidy the kitchen, though I still need to take the elements out of the stove and really give them a good scrub. Such a scintillating Saturday night that I’m planning. Wouldn’t have it any other way, though. I’m just about ready to start marathoning something else, actually.
Midnight. Time for a shower, maybe. Basement apartments get chilly, and some warm water would probably do me good. First, though, I’m going to lie here, drink some more tea, and keep on listening for that distant train whistle.