Destination sleep.
It's nearly 4 am. My mothers home is completely silent. All that is heard are the sounds of the clock ticking, and my fingers pounding the keyboard's keys. It's nearly 4 am, why am I even awake? Curse you late night coffee cravings! How I loathe you, and love you dearly... My eyelids are starting to get heavy, and the sun starting to peer through the cracks of the Western Hemisphere.I've come to realize that staying up this late, or early (depending on which way you see it) is simply no good. It's trouble I tell you. You think reading about it's bad? My unwilling awakeness (yes I know that's not a real word) has driven me across this lonely planet. Literally, to lonelyplanet.com . I find myself perusing through South America, Egypt, then finally Laos. Laos. My love. My secret dream destination. I catch my...