6 a.m.

It's 6 a.m. in L.A. Back home, it's 8 in the morning. I warned my friend, Mando of my inability to sleep early. I think he thought I was joking. I've been up throughout the night. I've seen the sun rise far too many times. Insomina feels the same in any city. It's a feeling of desperation and yearning. I hope to fall asleep soon.