Only if you want to go fuck up the stars, kid.

Man, why has it taken me so long to listen to this Flaming Lips album? It’s really good, though I guess not exactly for all occasions. I last listened to it for a morning at uni last term and it totally thrilled me, but after lunch and ever since I just haven’t been in the mood.

I just ate breakfast. Or possibly dinner. I don’t know. What meal is it where you go to sleep at 5pm, wake up at midnight, then read comics ’till 3am when you get hungry and just have to cook something? I need an appropriate label! Without labels, everything falls apart!

Lee-anne came online briefly, back from some party. Man, talking to her is infuriating, it’s like the cold war or something: neither of us are trying to let anything worthwhile slip about anything. Her friends are like that too, Graeme, and Juliette, probably the others are too, if I ever spoke to them. At least she wasn’t insulting this time, so thank heavens for small mercies. Of course, a large mercy or two wouldn’t go amiss….

Sleep is calling me back now. Hey, at least someone misses me, even if it’s an anthropomorphised personification (which I think is a redundant expression?). I’ll be right up, honey!