12:28 - The moon and surrounding constellations look dazzling in the winter sky. Will such an ominous astrological situation have negative repercussions on the rest of Andrew's night?
12:35 - It seems as though all entrances to The House are locked, and no one is awake to let me in. I call Jessica's cell phone, only to find it's been turned off. I subsequently text message people informing them of my situation.
1:09 - I realise that there is no way I'm going to get inside my house. At this point the only question is whether or not I should try and sleep, or stay awake so I am conscious in case the weather suddenly takes a turn for the worst. Thinking this would be an excellent opportunity to call in sick for work and go out on a Friday, I go to the back and get a lawnchair.
1:45 - It sure is cold. If only--WAIT! I realise I have a pack of matches and two lighters. I begin gathering cobblestones from the front of my house to make a small fire pit. I also gather twigs from the back and any other flammable material. I start a series of unsuccessful fires until I finally find some dry enough material to find an adequate one. Throughout the night I will go on excursions around the neighbourhood looking for firewood.
2:00 - The streetlights and houselights turn off within a minute of each other. In an instant my fear of skunks quadruples.
2:15 - The effects of the alcohol have essentially worn off. My panic level rises only slightly. I sort of want a cigarette. Also, this shady vehicle has pulled up to the same house for the third time since I've been here.
2:45 - I nearly fall asleep, only to realise that if I freeze to death I want to be awake. I want a cigarette.
3:30 - Fuck, I'm so goddamn bored out here. The cold is tolerable, but there's really just nothing to do. I walk down to Charolais and hope that I can flag down a police officer. I return home minutes later only to realise I've returned only minutes later.
3:56 - I wonder if the gas station at McLaughlin and Steeles is open, and, if so, do they sell coffee?
4:05 - They do not sell coffee, but they do have orange juice. I also purchase an Old Port, as I do not have enough cash for a full pack.
4:06 - I open the Old Port package and the cigarette falls out of the plastic filter. I turn around to get an exchange.
4:07 - I am told I have to go find the fallen plastic filter in order to exchange it. The gas station attendant seems suspicious of my motives.
4:08 - The exchange is complete, my craving is sated.
4:50 - An aeroplane in the distance makes a very rapid descent towards Pearson. Thirty seconds pass where I genuinely think it's a UFO.
5:15 - I am bored and have run out of fire wood. It's OK though because mum should be waking up within an hour.
5:45 - My cell phone is running out of battery power. Not that it matters, but now I can't play games to pass the time, even though I only have three and they all suck.
6:08 - My cell phone dies.
6:20 - I can a light turn on upstairs, it will only be moments until I am let into the house.
6:33 - Mom! Can you hear my gentle knocking! It is your son, back from the war!
6:34 - Hugs and all the rest. I clean up my campsite and go inside. I turn on the TV before realising I haven't slept.
6:39 - I crawl into my warm bed and sleep, knowing the next day I'll be exhausted and quite sick. I am happy in this knowledge, for it means I won't have to lie when I call in sick to work.
This is my life.