why is it so difficult to find someone on this godforsaken planet? erg.. why can’t i get in touch with the one person that could make me feel so much better? sigh
i didn’t go to Ilona’s, btw, i felt like crapX0r.. and after having mum ringing me in the morning, i was in no state of mind to face ‘happy people’…
so i spent most of the afternoon wandering around the house.. we’re still sorting out bits and pieces.. i coughvirgocough organized the CD collection by genre.. sorted out some stuff in the front room (aka. studio).. finally sorted (ahem, yes, organized) my folders of stuff.. all the works on paper from my honours year, and the veritable ‘wad’ of poetry from ’96 through ’99.. and i found those paper samples of wood grain laminex.. whee!
hrm.. i’m getting the feeling that i probably wont find it easy to get to sleep tonight.. who am i kidding? i haven’t found it ‘easy’ to get to sleep for a couple of weeks now.. this is nothing new..ooh.. fight club. “when you have insomnia, everything is a copy, of a copy, of a copy” ….hmm.. there’s a thought… i just thought of the “Babies don’t sleep this well” scene….thats probably why i slept so well last night…. it still doesnt explain the dream about grandad… that’s been bugging me a bit..