Insomnia
It's 2 am in the morning.
Though these days there's no big difference between day and night.
The same artificial lightning when you open and close your eyelids.
New found glory in a cup of cocoa, the flickering light of candles and smell of the late autumn leaves.
It's nice sitting here in the dimmed light of the room browsing through mp3 blogs, listening to Röyksopp, Rogue Wave, Regina Spektor, Guillemots or some guys singing in French. Having brains stuffed full with do's and don'ts of auditing (test on Friday and exams coming up in a week). Neighbours quietly snoring on the other side of the wall.
So peaceful.
Seriously, I want to have a cigarette.
Oh, and if I ever have kiddies I'll probably be one of those parents that are quietly driven crazy with nerve tension while their offsprings courageously perform in a school piano concert.
Un vēl.. gribu dziedāt par Zaļajiem gumijniekiem, kas nevadīja elektrību.
Though these days there's no big difference between day and night.
The same artificial lightning when you open and close your eyelids.
New found glory in a cup of cocoa, the flickering light of candles and smell of the late autumn leaves.
It's nice sitting here in the dimmed light of the room browsing through mp3 blogs, listening to Röyksopp, Rogue Wave, Regina Spektor, Guillemots or some guys singing in French. Having brains stuffed full with do's and don'ts of auditing (test on Friday and exams coming up in a week). Neighbours quietly snoring on the other side of the wall.
So peaceful.
Seriously, I want to have a cigarette.
Oh, and if I ever have kiddies I'll probably be one of those parents that are quietly driven crazy with nerve tension while their offsprings courageously perform in a school piano concert.
Un vēl.. gribu dziedāt par Zaļajiem gumijniekiem, kas nevadīja elektrību.
posted by Anita at 2:12 am
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