...it's 505am. still sat here in front of my three screens tapping away, currently trying to exmerge lots of other peoples mail, mail that they never read and keep just because they're too important to delete it. I am still listening to the same music as I was lastnight - the Cure, wish.. impossible things... thats 5am for ya
Coffee is rubbish and I can not wait for the polish cafe to open - mentorn are buying me breakfast, no question. I will sleep at some point, but not in the next 24hrs...
Here is the lyric... do with it what you must
"To Wish Impossible Things"
remember how it used to be
when the sun would fill up the sky
remember how we used to feel
those days would never end
those days would never end
remember how it used to be
when the stars would fill the sky
remember how we used to dream
those nights would never end
those nights would never end
it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish
impossible things
but now the sun shines cold
and all the sky is grey
the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
and all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away...
morning!
the sky is red...
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You've been listening to that track for at least 24 hours! Mind you, that's a good thing, it's a very good track. I had it on pretty much constant play yesterday and it proved to be most inspirational to write scripts to. So thanks Robert Smith for making my Friday full of love and scriptiness. I kept interjecting with a bit of wonderful Wonder Stuff singing about cows! Nothing like a bit of music to make a whole lot of work much more enjoyable. This time next week my programme will be mostly out of my hair and instead my gingery mop top will be caked in the mud of Glastonbury. YIPEEEEE.
Well, please go to bed at some point. You don't have to follow Mr Robert Smith's words quite so literally - he doesn't ACTUALLY mean that the night would NEVER end. It has to end sometime, otherwise the sun would never come out and the trees would all die and the world would be a miserable place. Even an hour of sleep will do you the world of good.
And too right Mentorn should buy your breakfast - the biggest fry up in the world I'd say.
xxxx
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