now we could either go for this option
i don't mind which one, they're all poifect
sexualising all things yorke is a far better way of spending my thinking time right now opposed to what i should be thinking about. that stuff's boring and monotonous and more boring and doesn't make me feel better, at all. whereas obviously dancing, shirtless, sweaty, head swaying, red jeans, head band yorke does.
....... steadily moving on
wow my belly hurts, probably because i haven't eaten for like, a day. which for me is torturous.
there's a doughnut sat right next to me but it doesn't appeal to me at all because the last doughnut i had was disgusting (which is surprising considering it was from waitrose). no, i think i'll go downstairs and make myself a pot noodle or something, god i hate those things. actually no, i'll think i'll have some cheese, which apparently gives you nightmares when you have it before you go to sleep but my nightmares can't get much worse at the moment so /
i have to finish my song for tomorrow cos i've got my singing lesson and i actually need to have something to show/play. i love my singing lessons more than anything because the lessons give me a deadline/goal/target of when i need to finish songs. it gives me the structure for songwriting that without the lessons, would be a complete free fall. i'm very much like thOm in the sense that we're both really bad at finish things and we rely on other people to finish them for us or make us finish them. i don't even know why i call them singing lessons though, i mean i go with my guitar and play her my song, but apparently my guitar playing is good enough to be ignored and doesn't need fiddling around with. it's just i have difficulty with pronouncing certain words/letters and also with my breathing, by which i mean i don't do it, i think i can go i whole minute without stopping for air. you don't realise the bad habits you have until you hear yourself back on record, it really opens your ears/eyes.
sherlock holmes died on this day 120 years ago (if my maths serves me correctly, which it probably doesn't because i haven't done maths for about three months). well i say died, he didn't actually die, he supposedly fell of the cliff bringing down his arch enemy professor moriarty with him. the professor was the one who fell, holmes just slipped a bit and climbed back up the cliff edge and hid under a rock. so now i'm going to go and watch this very episode - it is rather amazing, and go to sleep
night
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