morsla | I feel like flying in two...

Morning radio programmers ought to be a bit more responsible about how they start other people's days... there's something strangely unsettling about waking up to Personal Jesus, It's No Good, or Do You Think I'm Sexy - those songs should only be heard at that time of morning before you leave a club to go home. Today began with Burn Hollywood, Burn. It's certainly not helping me concentrate on work...

A few days ago, half my brain bolted off into the future, leaving nothing more than a note saying "off to enjoy Sunday, see you then." I'm looking forward to having a proper long weekend - one without a con running in it, or a big family gathering, or anything of the sort. Sunday's a social day (company for dinner, and Golgotha 'til Monday dawn), but I'll angrily wave scalpels and paintbrushes at anyone who tries to drag me out of the house tomorrow.

I've been living like I'm on hold, waiting for what might happen next. This weekend, I want to spend some time doing the things that have waited patiently while the world got in the way. Things around the house, things in my head... there are thoughts that need thinking, and things that need doing, and none of that will happen unless I take some time out for a while.

At the same time, I'm too restless to make a housebound recluse. The world is sluggish... apathy and the public service are slowing me down too much. I'm hanging out for Sunday to arrive, if for no other reason than to declare the last week dead and buried. It's time to hit the weekend at high speed. Catch me if you can :-)

I don't dream. I scream so much
You know what I mean. This electric stream

This is my beautiful dream
I'm hurting no one. Hurting no one
I want to give you everything
I want to give you energy

Why dont you call me I feel like flying in two...