organic panic and the stoic soy-sauce from the depths of oceans unknown

okay. interesting thoughts.

are interesting.

inter esting?

inte resting?

resting?

you're resting because you found something that interests you? internal rest?

eternal rest.

no. there's no such thing. and it doesn't even add up in sense with the true meaning of the word.

and i've not even had my first cup of coffee.

my new regime is (that actually gives me some energy/feelings/hope) is to wake up at 6 every morning, even tho my bus leaves at 9:50. and i live 1 min from the actual busstop.

well. why torture yourself with waking up way to early??

i don't really hate being awake, but being awake after work can't seem to bring me anywhere. i'm stuck in a terrible rabbithole, you see.

i just want to exercise and go to bed. maybe listen to some music in bed. or read. but that's all. wake up early. go for a walk. think. draw. listen.

anywayyyysss.... apart from being completely boring and somewhat negative, i have an awesome life. yes it's true.

haven't even listened to the new album.

that's utterly awesome.

indeed. in deed. anyhoo. i want to count the days being sober from now on. and i'm looking for a large number of them. even tho i think i will come to exactly 4-5 days before i'm drunk off my fucking feet again shouting "WHICH WAY IS THE GRAVTATIONAL PULL?!?!?"

i tend to come up with great, great plans like this every sunday.

who doesn't.

so that's that.

lol.

my x-fi died.

i'm sader than you could ever imagine. i cried.

thinking my life is rouined.

it sure is.