Incoherent.

Incoherent.

Photography
Mr. Potato
Insane laughter
Riverside stroll
Evening
Hobbling
Barbeque
Fisherman's Wharf
Sebastian

I was just remembering a couple of great days out I had with a friend last year. Somehow I couldn't string the above words into coherent sentences.

It's 1am now. I'd better get to bed, just in case I spring awake at 8.45am again. At least I'd have gotten close to my eight hours of sleep.

Lunching with the ffloosh gang tomorrow, or at least I presume the people turning up are from ffloosh. When I'm done, I'm gonna zip off to meet Fag, sit at a cafe and probably dissect and analyse our lives. Come the night, it's Eil and I at the coffeeshop.

Yawn.