sleep attack.

I'm finally done reading Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami.
It was thought-provoking and some parts were very quite censored.

I suppose when I was done reading, it was already 7pm.
So, I went to bed for a nap and woke up at 7:07am.

Gosh.
Thirteen hours of sleep, are you kidding me?

And I think a grew a little.
I have tendancies to exaggerate my height-measuring without knowing so I think I'll compare my height with Carrie later.

My stomach is growling.
My parents are asleep.
And my sister is nowhere to be seen.
I think she went clubbing. <_<