Nothing happened on patrol last night. I hopped around mid-town until 2 AM. Sat on a ledge, thought about Margo. I'm going to Turbine City with Margo. And some other people.
You might wonder how I manage my nocturnal crimefighting and daytime career without turning into a narcoleptic zombie. I mean, when do I sleep? I actually get about 3 hours of sleep a night, which is plenty. Often I'll take a nap for 1/2 an hour when I get home from work. With my enhanced physiology and altered metabolism, I don't need as much sleep as a normal person. I have to eat like a pig, though.
It's like Bridget Jones' Diary, but with a super-powered vigilante.
September 02, 2004
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