I am so addicted to Jim jones revue. Hot damn! I cannot get enough.

So tired. Train was late (really? That's unusual).

I woke up (extremely tired, I'd slept through the first alarm going off) thinking I knew for certain. All clear. With certainty.

Well, didn't you look damn fine this evening.

So much planned in my head these holidays are going to be busy - if I actually do all I plan to do. Or make it out of bed.

I'm going home to sleep next to you clinging like a leech cos I love to be real close. It would be even better if you were there.

Currently reading Schindler's List I've not seen the film although I have it recorded on my foxtel top box to watch once I've finised the book.

What I like about readng about real places in history is that I then want to visit the place it is set. That happened after reading the shadow of the wind. I wanted to go to Barcelona. I felt like it was almost part of me. Which it isn't but I felt that way. Going there in July I just adored the place.

23.30pm and there's still a fair amount of people on the train. Too many stops to go.


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