sounds of... not silence

my alarm rang at 4am, but i was painfully out of it. already nursing the beginnings of a hangover only an hour into dream-time, confused... instead of phoning, which i think could have been considered a form of drunk-dialing, i sent an sms that only took me a minute to churn out. i don't think i sent more than five or six words.

i woke up with the rest of the hangover at around 9am. i left to buy marmite without my headphones, and although that meant spending the following walks whistling and singing loops of the same song (tool - wings for marie has been in my head for about a week), i felt a little more connected to my surroundings.
as wonderful as an mp3 player may be, i'm actually no longer used to the sounds of the city and there's a sense of connection with the people around me that gets lost in the beats.

i met up with karnaf for breakfast - as i told him, i have no problem with becoming a regular at jeremiah :)
he told me about a great movie called super high me, and i went to his place to grab a copy... only he'd deleted it. he gave me team america instead.

i went shopping, although not too seriously, and settled down to watch the latest how i met your mother followed by an episode of mst3k: gamera vs. barugon. i think watching bad movies alone is wrong.

i passed out for a few hours, and just woke up. feeling a bit... icky. still from last night, mixed in with "should i have slept so much?" and "i don't wanna do anything".