the funny thing is that it is tuesday now and i am just as tired as i was worried i would end up being a few days ago. but so much more happened. and so many good things fell on my head. softly. like jelly falls onto a soft layer of dusty fine sand. just like that. why does it have to be in any way comprehendible what i am writing here? this here is a place where i should probably not worry about an audience at all? listening to arctic monkeys just about now. in my good chair. the one that makes me tilt to the left hand side. silly chair. ready for a good night. sleep. the poor man's drug. oh, the good night. the better one of the nights. slopysleepysnot.