At 3 a.m. I am clumsy and stumble a lot, tripping on things seen and unseen.
At 3 a.m. I have the vocabulary of a sailor long at sea, uninhibited and wild.
At 3 a.m. I am angry and have the arguments with loved one I normally keep bottled up, yelling the vicious things I probably don’t mean. The fight is one-sided and I never open my mouth. At 3 a.m. I also reenact a lot of things in my head.
At 3 a.m. I feel things I don’t feel during the rest of the day, but mostly anger. At 3 a.m. I am angry.
At 3 a.m. I argue with chocolate. I hate chocolate for being so chocolate. I hate chocolate for not being satiating enough and always leaving me wanting more. I don’t eat chocolate at 3 a.m. because that’s when I fight with it.
At 3 a.m I wish I had a sound proof room so I could do the hateful CIO method without waking the family. 3 a.m. is the only time I would ever consider CIO.
At 3 a.m. I hate my life. I reevaluate all my life’s decisions and find them lacking.