*clears throat*

Last night I dreamt, that somebody loved me.
No hope, no harm, just another false alarm...

The death of a disco dancer

I think we can sum up the night with one word. Forced.

Dammit, there are no Smiths CDs in this binder!

Portishead it is then.

On a lighter, tastier note

Yet another reason I like my job.

I've discovered that I have quite a taste for veggie burgers, and they are both healthy and easy to prepare in a microwave. I brought my burgers and cheese to work, but wait! There are no buns! I am bun-less! This was quickly remedied by the discovery of a market basket within a few minutes walking distance of my office. So off I went. It's so gratifying to know that if I ever forget my lunch, tasty goodness is so close by.

The buildings near where I work are all very low to the ground, some aren't even as high as the trees. It really feels like you are on top of a mountain, because all you can see around you is warm, welcoming sky. I expect any moment to just lift off and drift into the sky. Love it.

Love is also due to the Tranceport CD I'm listening too, and these incredibly delicious spicy black bean burgers with Swiss cheese on potato rolls.

I shouldn't be allowed to have this much fun with my mouth.