Wednesday, August 22, 2007
"On a clear day, I can read your mind"
The combination of a late night, Red Bull excess and no breakfast which produced a pleasing, slightly spacey, slightly out of it, tiredness-buzz earlier is long gone.
Now things are happening around me in time lapse, in a language I can't understand.
Think I’m suffering from ‘Everything’s Shit But Nothing’s Wrong’ syndrome.
Under The Blacklight - Rilo Kiley
Labels: real life