The quiet of night.

Have you ever been up late at night and just realised how quiet it is? I love it. No cars, no birds, nothing. Everything is still in my house, besides me, typing away at my keyboard. Darkness outside, inside, rather than “scary”, I find it’s like a protective covering. It gives me a kind of strange privacy from neighbors, my parents.

Did I mention how much I like this silence? Oh, I did?

My work rate increases exponentially as the hours go past 11, ticking into early early morning of the next day. From 4 in the afternoon til 8 after dinner-ish, I’m pretty bludgy. It’s just so much easier to concentrate and focus when everybody else is asleep, and it’s all quiet and peaceful. Besides, there’s also the added pressure of “must finish before I go to sleep”.

Well, this concludes my day, got some decent study and work done just a moment ago. Time to go to bed.

Nighties.

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2 Responses to The quiet of night.

  1. Anon

    bubs, if your work rate increases exponentially, then u’ll eventually reach infinity. Stop sleeping, and u’ll be the king of the HSC.

  2. I HOPE THAT YOU’RE STUDYING BOBBY!!

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