it's 23:49, early for me, I have art college tomorrow, after that I get to dress as a sailor and serve over indulged not-quite-upper-society small skerewed sea Crustaceans. I estimate that'll finish about this time tomorrow.
That wouldn't be bad, but 12 hours after that I'm hopping on a train to go to edinburgh, so I figure sleep would be a good choice at this juncture, I'm getting myself motivated to sleep, it takes alot you know. I get to tired to bother to try sometimes, and slip into an insomiaic state where I sit on the internet, refreshing the same pages over and over and getting frustrated that nothings new, isn't everyone on the internet an insominac? maybe thats the problem, maybe we're all sitting infront of our monitors with no light other than the blue glow that always seems to fill the room no matter how large, and always seems to be blue even if your on pinkys pink wepage about pink stuff, and no-one is bothing to update anything. someone's bound to do it for us.
but I digress it's only 00.01, which is certainly not insomina time.
So I'm motivating myself to go to bed, half the reason is waking up in the morning, I hate that. It's cold in the morning, I have to fumble in the dark for the heater switch, then thiers the whole effort of getting ready, showering, doing my hair, shaving, packing a bag for the day. It's just too much effort. Then thiers the whole debate of breakfast. I always say to myself it would be a good idea, but then physically wretch each morning with the thought of ingesting anything.
Coffee and ciggarettes seems to be on the menu, but not strictly a morning meal.
I'm really getting away from the point I was going to make, and that point i think has kinda been lost. I think is was something to do with 'rabbits are roadkill on route 37' playing on the cd player and the oh so typical yet totally enchanting afireinside intro "twiddly twiddly ping" (sorta thing) came on. This made me strangley motivated to do some work in my sketch book. Thus un-motivated to sleep.
anyway at 00.11 I go, and I thought I had nothing to write about.
tj -x-
That wouldn't be bad, but 12 hours after that I'm hopping on a train to go to edinburgh, so I figure sleep would be a good choice at this juncture, I'm getting myself motivated to sleep, it takes alot you know. I get to tired to bother to try sometimes, and slip into an insomiaic state where I sit on the internet, refreshing the same pages over and over and getting frustrated that nothings new, isn't everyone on the internet an insominac? maybe thats the problem, maybe we're all sitting infront of our monitors with no light other than the blue glow that always seems to fill the room no matter how large, and always seems to be blue even if your on pinkys pink wepage about pink stuff, and no-one is bothing to update anything. someone's bound to do it for us.
but I digress it's only 00.01, which is certainly not insomina time.
So I'm motivating myself to go to bed, half the reason is waking up in the morning, I hate that. It's cold in the morning, I have to fumble in the dark for the heater switch, then thiers the whole effort of getting ready, showering, doing my hair, shaving, packing a bag for the day. It's just too much effort. Then thiers the whole debate of breakfast. I always say to myself it would be a good idea, but then physically wretch each morning with the thought of ingesting anything.
Coffee and ciggarettes seems to be on the menu, but not strictly a morning meal.
I'm really getting away from the point I was going to make, and that point i think has kinda been lost. I think is was something to do with 'rabbits are roadkill on route 37' playing on the cd player and the oh so typical yet totally enchanting afireinside intro "twiddly twiddly ping" (sorta thing) came on. This made me strangley motivated to do some work in my sketch book. Thus un-motivated to sleep.
anyway at 00.11 I go, and I thought I had nothing to write about.
tj -x-
u rock xx