Sleep All Day, Up All Night.

A habit I never before had has recently developed, and by recently I mean in the last week. I go to bed at a ridiculous hour and barely see the morning anymore. Over and over again. I moved last week - last Tuesday to be exact - and having spent time alone I've learnt the best way to make the time go quicker: sleep. There's not much to do when living alone. I've read books, watched TV shows and all the time I find myself getting bored, wanting something more to do. The problem is that no one is here and so I have resigned myself to the fact that even if no one is talking, I like company. I like to know that someone is there, even if it is in another room. Pathetic? Perhaps. But when the floorboards start creaking at 3am, it is more than a little comforting to know that you're not alone and that the sound is more likely than not someone you know.