Nocturnal sessions

I'm so tired of sitting glued to this computer I feel like crying. My fucking elbows hurt from sitting in front of the computer 24/7, how bloody normal is that? I just wish my paper would be finished. Of course it's not gonna finish itself as long as I sit here, updating my blog. I just need to do something else for a moment.

Last night I was up half the night, chatting to Lisa about insanity, burning insense and listening to Leonard Cohen. It was a dark moment, a dark feeling, but not in a destructive kind of way.

Seems like I'm gonna dj at the next gayparty. Cool. Gotta update my partymusic, think it's gonna be brilliant. Well... i hope so. I refuse to play any bloody eurotechno though.

I've been thinking about you all day. Like every day. Wish you were here, your soft skin under my hands, feel your muscles contract and look deep into your sparkling eyes and feel myself happily drowning. Feel my inner being vibrating with emotion. I never knew sex could be so spiritual, and yet I feel more like an animal than ever.

And by the way: I can't believe the nasty little man won again. Another four years of USA fucking up the world. Oh yeah, bring it on! You know what I say.... Less George, more bush. He he.