It’s 3am and i cant sleep.
Though i can type – hows that?
that reminds me – its cold – its quite.
hmmm i think im going to sit up a while – grab some juice…its cold, even to go get some juice.I think i should get a fridge in my room.
I got a plan though, I’ll get myself a warm cup of tea – or better…coffee!
though- its just too much effort.Mabe someone in america is playing a football match in clear lit blue skys – and im cold.Suppose it’d be pretty cool to beam accross to like summer in the mediteranean and then come back for work and dinner…next project.
Put on sheryl crow, she’s telling me about how im her favourite mistake.
anyway – the screen is killing my eyes – i think im going to bed again – this time i’ll go to the gym, in my dreams and i’ll catch up with some cute girl next to me on the tread mill, with brown tied up hair, slim and olive skin, nice smile and brown eyes…enough chit chat…im off to the gym – i’ll probably wake up with a sweat.