Montreal: Tired

It's five in the morning, and I groggily sit up. I squint at the clock, and find that I've woken up an hour early. For some reason, I decided to wake myself up at this ungodly hour, when I should have spent the time sleeping.

Ehhhhhhhhh. Wonderful. Now, I'm going to be dead tired on the bus.

* * *

Creak... creakkkkk creak... squeak..

Shut up, you stupid bed. I'm trying to sleep! Creak another time. >:( Preferably NOT when it's 2 in the morning.

...

Ha! Now, I can go to sleep and not be completely lethargic tomorrow!

CREAK!

...I'm going to be so tired. Again. Ehhhhhhhh

* * *

"It's 4 letters long. Has a hyphen. A type of scan. C'mon! You know this."

"Uh..." *mumbles incoherently* "I do know this. Just not right now. And I know it's simple. My brain is just too tired to function."

"It's 'x-ray.'"

"Ehhhhhhhhhh..."

* * *

"Yaning? I am your psychiatrist. Listen to me. Now, eat this jellybean, and tell me what flavour it is."

"Uh... No." No way! You might have spiked it! Hehehe... This is like in the Matrix, when he had to chose between the blue pill and red pill. Actually, it isn't. What? Argh. Begone, SingSing! Llamallamallamallamallamallamallamallamallama... hehehe... I am so muddled right now. I bet the teachers did poison the pizza. That's why they didn't eat any until the end.

"Yaning? You're stupid. You can't eat a jellybean. Okay, let's try musical chairs."

I think I'll go and sit in this very dark corner. It's quite nice, you know.

"P-p-p-poker face... You LOST!"

Hm-? Mu-si-cal ch-airs. Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

"You're very stupid. You can't even play musical chairs. Let's try eating the jellybean again, shall we?"

No... Disgusting bean... so not like a lightbulb... Hehehehe... Can't form coherent thought... it's 12 already? SOOO TIRED!

* * *

Left up, left down, right up, right down...

When are we ever going to finish this trail? Do they even know where we're going? And what's the point of snowshoeing on solidly packed snow? We're just dragging along a dead weight!

...

Yes! Stairs!

...

A lot of stairs. Do I really have to walk up all this?

...

So tired.

Left up, right up, left up, right up...

* * *

My feet are really tired... Who knew skating could make them so sore? At least I can skate. Pretty impressive, actually, considering I have not staked - what? I mean, skated for 7 years, apart from a small class trip a year ago. And that time, I wasn't even used to the ice.

!

Hey, watch it, you! No need to show off!

And I bet your feet aren't tired.

* * *

"Why is your daughter sleeping so much?"

"Oh, she just came back from a school trip to Montreal, and she's really tired."

Ha! You bet I'm tired. I blame the stupid creaky beds. In fact, the second night, I slept on the floor. It was a lot quieter. And on a whole, a lot nicer.

Not that I didn't have fun. As much as the loud beds took a toll, I was actually drained of energy from having way too much fun -

Which, you know, is just fine by me.