Another night of fitful sleep. About 2 hours before going to bed last night, I took some Sudafed to sort my flu out. Little did I realise that the miniscule amount of caffeine inside the 2 wee capsules would keep me up for hours. I read my Murakami book (Kafka on the Shore) till I was too tired to read anymore and proceeded to lie in the darkness for hours. I must have passed out at around 4 in the morn. My mum sent me a text message that woke me up at 7am. I managed to go back to sleep till she called me at 10 am. I spoke to her till I was fully awake and unable to return to the land of nod. Funny thing is, I feel much better today...well,apart from my schizophrenic nose which is taking turns to alternate between stuffiness and pure runniness (apologies if my spelling's wrong,i can't be arsed to make sure it's right. my invisible paranoid spelling bee friend thinks it always is)......anyhow,i have to do some work,i need to motivate myself or i'll end up falling into yet another academic/lifestyle trap, churning out poems about my sorry state. And we don't want any of that now, do we?

Choonage: Underworld - Sola Sistim