T-27d

Skydiving in tandem there = Save moneys.
So mahal =_=

Today I collect my thoughts in proper paragraphs instead of lines of speech seemingly unconnected. My eyes flutter open, it's half nine and already I am cursing, I get out of bed to do the morning routine. My head is punching out narratives like the water running furiously from the tap.

"Clean up on isle one," I mumbled as I turned the tap off. Yes, I do talk to myself. It's not new, I tell people that fact all the time. Figuratively, of course.

It's irksome to know that you cannot continue sleeping when you have nothing better to do during the day. It's a Sunday, by the way, and there's really nothing to do as I've mentioned earlier. Things to look forward to tonight include burgers and 3 hours at the Cyber Cafe playing Blur and Left For Dead 2. I like both games, they're hilarious. Coming with me are eight others. Havoc will ensue.

May has recently called out a want to go skydiving in tandem. I am looking forward to that and so will be saving money for it starting now. It shall henceforth be called the 'Push Me Out The Plane' Fund. Anyway, fast forward to after the gaming session. I do so love Blur -- the game, but I do love the band, too! We ended up going to play on the first floor of T-bun II because the first floor smells like a lavatory in a male dominated dormitory. Ick. Seriously, ick. Going up was, as usual, a hassle and it didn't help that I had a friend who pretended like I was a baby learning to walk. It was giggleworthy though. Three hours of madness for which words cannot explain, one packet of peanut M&Ms and a piece of candy later we left and I am lousing yet again, at home.

"I need to buy a new external hard drive with one terabyte of space," The phrase popped into my head as randomly as three crows squacking the Pink Panther theme.  Oh, dear god, the noise would be so vile. It's almost two in the morning. The only noise that jams itself in my ear is the sound of the occasional car hitting bumps outside my house and the incessant whirring of my computer. The computer which, and I am sure, has some kind of jet engine built into it. It's that noisy.

The effects of the sugar high is now gone, I shall sleep. Sleep. In hopes that I don't wake up too early in the morning. I miss sleeping half the day away, I truly do.