24th December 2002
I'm
so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
I
will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm
so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
-Sarah McLachlan
It’s
4.30am, Christmas Eve. Insomnia plagues me tonight more than ever.
It
annoys me that there are people in this world that cannot read voices. How hard
is it to tell that someone’s half asleep when answering a call? There goes
looking good tonight.
Online
games are terribly addictive. To show how terribly awake I am, I made a google
search for online games. And found what I sought. Orisinal games! www.orisinal.com
with games cute as a button and as addictive as nicotine.
The
radio continues to churn a terrible concoction of songs. On nights like these, I
miss Classic fm terribly. Even a dose of opera would prove to be a better
sedative than this.
My
blindness continues to soar with every late-comp-staring-bad-lighting-night.
This Christmas is becoming terribly sombre one. (Notice how everything is terrible). With my invoices still uncleared, and the editor being just a pain, my joy ratio is at an all time low of 1:10.
In the spirit of auld lang syne, he has returned. You’d think he’d stop dispensing his jackass complaints once his grief hit the 5-year mark. But every year during this joyous occasion, he somehow finds me and relates his poor lonesome sob stories of the past year (that I’ve been avoiding him). Certain people don’t deserve the charity in the form of tolerance. He brought it onto himself, I tell him in a pointless conversation to achieve a resolution. He agrees, but never tires trying to ‘redeem’ himself telling me the saddest stories of his life since ‘then’. Silence might be a good way to start.
Hope you lot have a more exciting Christmas agenda lined up. I think age is starting to make Christmases weary. Nevertheless, cross your fingers I’ll find me a reason to be a bouncy happy bunny before the year is out.
