Dear diary. I am so un-pleased to inform you that my brain finally decided to sleep after .... I don't remember ... weeks months years ... ?
It chose the wrong day and the wrong time.
I came home late at night. Went to bed at 03:30. Tossed and turned as usual until 09:30 in the morning and then the brain slept till 14:00 in the motherfucking afternoon.
There goes my motherfucking Sunday.
Well at least I slept 5 fucking hours.
Food ... hmmm let's see when does one eat finally?
Well I went home late cause I went out clubbing. At a synth goth club!
And for the first time since ..................... bijillion years ... I had a great time!
Ah, well, when I am in my element, all goes spooky-ly smoothly :D
I will actually do it again :D
Now, since my Sunday is raped in the pooper from the unexpected mister Sandman, I haven't got many choices.
So, I may finally go to the old basement to check on those old vinyls ... will I sell or will I not? hmmm ...
Let's see ...