I accidentally fell asleep on my bed earlier. By earlier, I mean early last night sometime. I woke up this morning at half past five wondering why I hadn’t had dinner yet, and why my mouth tasted like a small animal had started decaying in it. My cereal is in my parents caravan too, so I had to have rockmelon for breakfast. How hard my life is.
In headphone news, I’m liking them lots. They’ve given me shivers thrice; just now big time listening to Quan Yeomans of Regurgitator, and again listening to Hot Chip. I need a stand to store them on though, because all I’ve got is the plastic frame they came in, and I really don’t want to ruin them. I think I stupidly chucked out the one I got with my crappy Philips headphones, which was actually pretty decent.
Can you tell how bitter I am that they’re gone? These ones are so much better, illustrated by the way I just got another shiver from Hot Hot Heat’s “Island of the Honest Man“. Scott’s alleged favourite HHH song, of which I am hearing pieces of I’ve never heard before. Look, a wrack of shivers anew.
So I’m trying to work out what to do. I’m working at eleven o’clock today at Burpengary, and again at eight in the city. There’s five hours in the middle in which I’m probably going to have to have the hugest of sleeps, but I’m not likely to want to. I know I’ll be dead at work tomorrow morning if I don’t though.
I’m also going to start trying to give up caffiene again. An almost futile effort, but if I give it up, I won’t need to keep drinking crappy cola. It’s so incredibly not good for you, and I figure I’ll be a lot better off without it. I’ve been pretty damn unhealthy over the last few days, and that stops now.