I was having a sleepover party. An actual sleepover party. I was extremely happy at the prospect of having an actual party, so I invited some of my friends.

It was very important that all of my friends could come, so I came about and tried to arrange a time that could suit everyone. Therefore I tried to arrange a time that everyone could come to.

In the beginning, I settled with Friday night and the guests leaving on Saturday morning. But after I told everyone (and everyone agreed), I remembered I had Chinese school on Saturday morning.

So I changed to Saturday afternoon, and continuing to Sunday morning. My dad contradicted however, telling me that because (of the simple mathematical equation) Sleepover = No sleep, therefore, it would be hard to wake up the next morning for the first day of school.

Therefore, I settled on Wednesday afternoon to Thursday morning. But then one of my friends called: another invitee couldn’t come to that; maybe change to Thursday afternoon to Friday morning?

I agreed, and notified everyone. But then the invitee I changed the time for suddenly told me he couldn’t come.

I was confused.

The party did turn out all right, though, even though it quite unlucky and unfortunate for everyone. One of my friend’s had to go home in the middle of the party because he was sick. He later came back.

Another friend’s brother came and threw up, and my stomach seemed like it had twisted itself into the Devil’s Tongue (a type of super-hard-to-open knot). But all in all, we did have some fun.

And we did sleep. A little.