If I die clutching your photograph, don't call me boring, it's just cos I like you.

21:31. In bed. On the iTodd.

'Why?!' I hear you cry (or not). I'm REALLY tired but I just can't sleep. My early night plan was not a success, it seems.

Just, once you start thinking about that one thing, you start thinking into it so much that before you know it you are drowning in a forbidding, merciless pool of uncertainty and confusion where the line gets blurred and you're not quite sure what's really happening anymore. Hopping on the high-speed service to the land of 'what-might-have-been'. The tiniest moment, glance or word is thrust under the microscope, and then exaggerated and then you wipe clear your metaphorically misted windows to get a tiny hint of what's really set out in front of you, because you have your foot half on the accellerator and keep bolting forwards getting dangerously close to hitting ridiculous speeds and spiralling out of control. And you try to clear those windows to see where the hell you are heading, but you've sat in this car so many times before you know resistance is pointless, and you tighten the blindfold, sit back and pray for survival.
You know the ride would feel a bit less reckless if the adorable diesel fuelling your vehicle would stop messing with the engine, and you'd also quite like to stop inhaling the fumes from that adorable fuel, but when you have a whole diesel tank alone with you beside a vending machine that's a bit difficult. You're a sucker for an adorable, understanding tank of diesel with a voice to die for, after all.
Days pass. More words and smiles and hugs to take back ti the lab to analyse. And you stare down at your watch and wonder how much longer you can possibly drag this out for....

Well, maybe you don't, but I do.

Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you....probably a good thing.

I've had this song on repeat for at least 20 minutes now, I've been distracted. It's a great song, but variety is good.

Oo, at least I've killed some time and bored myself to death with illogical metaphors. The patheticness shall cease here, my friends....for now.