Perfect

Every morning, when I wake up, my mother hisses at me, "Look at your watch!"
I look, and it's usually a quarter to eight, or else five to eight, or, on occasion, eight o'clock. This morning, it was twenty to eight. I closed my eyes.
And then immediately opened them again. It was twenty to nine. So, I got clumsily out of bed, and wandered into the bathroom, and realised I wasn't tired, I wasn't keeling over, I wasn't digging my claws into Morpheus's neck. I was awake. And what's more, not ill in the least.
Isn't it amazing, the difference one hour makes? I actually feel okay.
And I am now skipping English, by sitting here and typing this.
I nearly nearly nearly ran into Mrs Williams when trying to find a computer in the computer room, so I'm in the library. It's very peaceful in here.
In five minutes it will be break. Perfect.

Never care

It seems that when I finally reach home and get changed and find my stripy tassely socks, I still don't seem to able to take off my jewellery. I'm still wearing my bracelets, earrings, and dogtags...
Anyway. The pop concert. The second night. The last night.
I went.
I sucked. Well, maybe not. But I wasn't much good. Better than Baker, perhaps, with her script composed of Gorgonzola, Edam and mozzarella in fairly equal proportions. The audience would have eaten her without salt. And choked on her afterwards.
The audience were wonderul except when they were being a pain in the arse.
Silverchair's Diorama rocks - I have finally started listening to it.
So do Celebrations - rock, that is - Sarah presented me and Enid with a box of them at the end.

Yuk... feel awful. Lonely. In a crowd. Yuk.
I am now going to watch M*A*S*H and go to bed. There, that sounds more like my life, doesn't it?

Promise to myself

Now what?
(Didn't that phrase make a significant appearance in the Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy? I can't remember where/how/why)
Now, I am going to bed. I have updated, read email, watched M*A*S*H... (a strange ep involving a guy who desperately wanted a nose job)
Well, maybe I'll look for icons. Just for a little while. I'll go to bed soon. That's a promise. To myself.