20/9
Directly from the Palm ...
(00:10 - 01:48) I feel odd, and I like it ... Sitting with the music hammering in my head, partying drunk people around, writing on a damn Palm ... I walked next to the dancefloor, music even louder there, and I was singing on Sparkle ... Wonder what I'd sung without Bonnie introducing MLS into my life, coincidences ... Looking at the lights and thinking "damn, coloured lights and fogging, this place would kill any 3D-card ...". Anna tried to make a comment, but only got to "and this ls not f redri sp" :-) ... She's read my comments here, and I'm still welcome for tea some more time, take that as a positive comment ... Really itched to write, felt truly damaged, rather writing than socializing :-) ... Everyone else's drunk to instability, I was even sober enough to remember protecting my pants from the bicycle chain ...
Home again ... Silence screaming into my ears, smelling of smoke, 11 hours to next lesson :-) ...
(05:26) Why the heck am I not asleep? Approaching a Snarl-up-weekend for [diety of choice]'s sake, I'll never make it if I don't sleep enough! Better look on the bright side I guess, if it had still been summer I'd had to get up 45 minutes ago. Sigh ...
(10:53) Must have dozed off a few times as the morning proceeded, but it wasn't too much. Still felt like it should be in the middle of the night when I heard Gustav get up around 7:30. I still completely fail to realize just why I couldn't sleep, but whatever the reason it seems to hang on still, I'm still not all that tired ... I don't feel like I'll drift away as soon as I lean against something, but I do feel I haven't got all the rest I would have liked. Hope that changes in a nice, convenient way as the evening approaches. And hope it doesn't change in a less smooth way in the middle of today's lesson :-) ...
