To think on this day a week ago I was here. Definite withdrawl symptoms. Who would have thought that it would take this long to recover?In other news, I have finally installed wordpress and given it an ugly layout. Stay tuned for site updates.
My dad always says wake up early and your life will be better. It's true, I know, because only a couple of Saturdays back we woke up, did the Carmen DVD, went for a swim, went to the Market, had breakfast, bought meat and vegetables, and it was only 2pm when we got home. Granted that we had to have a nap after, but still I have probably not achieved that much in the entire past year gone. It was great.
Yet still, I am finding it difficult to give up my sleep. Maybe because my dreams are so awe-inspiring. Last night, I got fined for leaving my nephews in the car while I went to visit my cousin and had a fight with the officer. Last night, Tom was also singing in a choir. A couple of nights ago, my cousin faked his death and had surgery to turn him into an eggplant so he could flee the country (really, how is he supposed to flee when he has no arms and legs?). I was pretty pissed off after the funeral when I found out he was still alive.
Not to mention flying hermit crabs.
I am going to the Market.
