Staying up late has become the norm for me lately. Frankly, it is second-nature to me now. I've virtually mastered the art of the all-nighter.
Staying up late right now made me think of what it was like to be up late at night years ago as a kid. If the me from 10 years ago could look at the me of right now who's sitting at his desk typing this entry on his computer, he'd slap me hard with jealousy. I wouldn't blame him, since he was under a strict curfew by his parents to sleep by 10:30 P.M., or else he'd be fucked by the belt or the power of mom's hand.
Man, my mom's slaps hurt badly back then. I never want to go through that pain again. I cringe at the possibility of seeing that coming back to haunt me again as a 20-year-old. I'm older, but I will always fear her "chingadazos". She had no remorse when doing it. She was unmerciful, too. To experience it first-hand is to survive an onslaught of torture and cursing yourself for ever getting in trouble.
yeesh
I'm happy my mom doesn't do that sort of thing anymore...........Hooray for staying up late.......
Boredom wins Game 4 (Boredom leads series 3-1)
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