i’ve written the last two *extensively long* posts while lying in my bed, with my notebook on the belly.
i did it this way, because it was very relaxing, AND i’m so tired i couldn’t have done it sitting.
on the other hand, there’s so much i want to do/finish only within the next 10 minutes, i just can’t go to sleep yet.
my eyes are nearly closing unwillingly, but i’m too busy to give them a rest.
and there it is already, the mighty go-to-bed-headache.
maybe this is getting self-destructive?
[lyrics quote of the moment]
i go to the clyde for to mourn and weep
for satisfied i never can be
i write her letters, just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
gaelic storm – black is the colour (link)