27.7.04 ;

You're my cocaine.

The passing of time is a very
weird thing. Sometimes it's fast,
sometimes it crawls. And sometimes
you have no idea what day it is.
Sun comes up, sun goes down.
(I can't decide which is better.)
But anyway, for me, time seems
to be flying and that's not
necessarily a good thing.

I'm pooped out. I've been
kept so busy practically
everyday. It simply feels like;
I'm never sleeping, yet not awake.
You got my drift ? It sounds
absurd. Hurhur. Scat it...

Oh and yes..

Happy Birthday Hazel !
i looove you;
So very much. :)

Alright, I have nothing more to say.
My schedule occupies my mind.