dance and never stop.

still slightly punch-drunk from waking up about 20mins ago.

yes, this is what happens when you sleep at 3 and exercise in the morning. you just die in the afternoon. and there's a bottle of red wine on my table. 2008 cabernet merlot from australia.

forget it, i'm annoyed again.

gotta report at 715 tmr, which isn't much since most of the time i'm there at 710. but still, the concert's going to be a disaster. technically, there wasn't even a proper rehearsal.

oh, give me a break, you're always hammering on about everything. you and everyone else. and me. actually i think i'm more demanding of myself. recipe for disaster.

i'll just leave you this picture because i feel guilty for not saying anything more. and there's really nothing i can bring out anymore. may stop blogging for a while. just, a while.

oh, and had this really weird dream about pirates of the caribbean and custard creams and some phy lab on the 6th floor. brain going crazy again ~