Studying biology at Ray's house together with Emil. The crackling fireplace gives the room a warm, calm atmosphere. Pan flute remixes of old classics are playing on Ray's computer, "Time to Say Goodbye" at the moment.

Recently, my behavior in the mornings, just after waking up, has been very strange. I tend to have horribly bad judgement when it comes to getting out of bed. This morning I was clenching onto one of my alarm clocks like a sacred sacred relic whilst laying perfectly still. I had already been halfway across the room to turn off my alpha-alarm clock; The one that will unleash a shit-storm if not disarmed after a couple of warning clicks. Its wall of pure, brutal sound will hit you like a hundred tons of porcelain falling out of the cupboards.

The thing is, I have no idea how I ever ended up back in bed - I would have never done such a thing I were thinking properly. I even remember telling myself before falling asleep the night before that I should treat my alpha alarm clock as the last chance I have of getting out of bed if I'm supposed to make it in time for school. It is like being under the influence of some drug. Makes kind of sense actually, considering sleep is like an addictive drug for me. I show many symptoms of a hypersomniac, but then again, who doesn't?

Oh yes and incase you are wondering; I have no dreams that I can recall. No title, remember? Just me shooting the old bull...