Have you ever been at the point of being super tired, having nothing to stay awake for, and yet find yourself inexplicably drawn to the idea of staying up doing nothing for a little longer, if only to stretch out the last vestiges of the day.
That's where I'm at presently. I am incredibly tired, after having a huge weekend working and socialising, and I am ready for bed. And yet, despite the fact that I just yawned a yawn large enough to break my jaw and/or lose Tasmania in, I want to be awake.
Considering watching Dexter... It's always fun. Need something to nibble on though. I wonder if we have any fruit salad... Mmm. I could go some right about now.
Oh! And, in random news, Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" came in as the No.1 Greatest Song of All Time in Triple J's Hottest Hundred of All Time contest. I was pegging Bohemian Rhapsody or Thriller. Oh well. At least it's a good song. Not like No.2 - Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine. I'm sorry, but if you like the song, then you're an idiot. It's crude, vulgar, and utterly untalented. That's right. I just dissed Rage Against the Machine. What are you going to do about it?
See? Told you I was rambling aimlessly along the path to sleep. In an unrelated note, I've been doing a lot of thinking about my dark fantasy stories, and have come up with a number of interesting additions in terms of fleshing out the theoretical background.
Again, unrelated but in my mind at present is the absence of China Mieville's new book "Kraken" that was meant to come out almost a year ago, but I can't seem to locate. If you've never read Mieville, I recommend him - brilliant writing style. Read "Perdido Street Station" for the best fantasy read you'll have had in years.
Uh. Just ran out of steam. Off to bed. Night all.
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