waking up early is bad for health

i reckon i've been cursed. by some evil evil person who doesn't want me to sleep past 7.30am, no matter how late i go to bed. i've been waking up at that ungodly hour every single day for the past week (even when i was overseas). in singapore, it allowed me to catch the early bird, tail end of house, followed by csi:ny and globe trekker, and read the papers when it's available. in brisbane, i had long hours of the simpsons to keep me company. i don't think i've watched this much telly in years.

plus, i'd have had my fifth breakfast by 10am.

i have bags under my eyes that scream, "carry me!" rah.

going downhill

these few days have been quite a stretch and it doesn't look like things will be getting any better. a bad flight with an asshole, the release of a terrible roster and me, in hermit mode.

when loneliness washes over, self-worth plummets to a new low and the tears don't seem to want to let up, i wish......

this moment

a nearly sleepless night and an early morning jog without the piggy sister; the sun rising as i panted along, breathing in poo-smelling air. the body moved on auto-pilot while the mind lost itself to this beautiful nic chagall track:

i've been running on, running on empty
for way too many miles now.
i've been flying with broken wings
and now i'm falling faster to the ground.

and it's a bitter end to a story so sweet
like a long lost friend
that's never found a way back to me.
and i can't deny these memories
got me all locked up inside
and you hold the key.

all that i need is this moment
to send me away with a smile on my face.
i tried to leave but i turned back
on my heart remains a trace.

all that i seek is this moment
all day in my mind i recreate
if there was a way to get back
this feeling i'd chase...i'd chase.

all that i need
is this moment.