i'm still sleepy.
every week the powers that be set new records for giving us less and less sleep - 2.5 hours yesterday.

i'm still scaring myself to death by falling asleep at the wheel whenever i drive on the expressway .


i just bought a hydrastorm water bag - "the world's finest hydration system" - which offers a "lifetime covenant of excellence". i imagine promising a "covenant of excellence" does wonders for the self-inflation of corporate egos ( does that make sense? ). "a covenant! like, that's what g*d hands out!" makes up for the fact that they're charging 50 bucks for a glorified plastic ( "that's nytaneon to you, punk!" ) baggie with straw, like the kind you get when you take away kopi-o at coffeeshops.


its weird. i want to sleep, yet i can't shake the conviction that weekends are precious and its a waste to spend them sleeping. so i set my alarm and go back at the end of the weekend not much more rested for it.


i can't wait for the olympics. women's gymnastics! mmmm - tasty. pity they're all so young. unfortunately that'll be a busy period for me, what with preparations to go to australia for wallaby. still trying to cultivate a taste for sand. definitely an acquired taste, that.


at first i spelt 'acquired' in the sentence up there as "aquired". i knew there was something wrong about it but for about 2 minutes i couldn't figure out what it was.