Friday, 30 July 2010

A letter to some food

I feel I have the right to skip this one due to my first attempt at this letter being exceedingly boring and not particularly heartfelt.

I'm not feeling overly sociable at the moment, what with what seems like half the people I've ever met doing everything in their power to deprive me of sleep. I'm going to royally screw up my sleeping patterns at this rate.

Heena's in Germany.
Conor's in Spain.
Matt's in France. Lucky France.

What with the majority of the people I talk to on a regular basis being out of the country [as shown above], I should hopefully be able to hide from the human race for a day or two. That should give me time to get my sleeping back in order and generally take a break.

Despite the generally downtrodden tone of this post, I'd like to throw it out there that so far, this has been the best summer holiday I've had. I don't see why it shouldn't continue as such, as long as I keep my thoughts in order.

I need to stop daydreaming, it's really bad for me.

Also, had a quote stuck in my head for a few days, so I'll end on it here:
"It is a tale
Told by an Idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~Macbeth, William Shakespeare's "Macbeth"

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