I am tired.
Had a wonderfully sensual dream this morning, where I was surrounded by iPod minis of different colours. They were dancing around me and begging me to pick them. I was just relishing in the joy of the situation when I got woken up by my sister’s shouts at 7.30am.
“Come on! 30 seconds more! Give me more!”
For a wild moment, I wondered what she was doing.
And then, it dawned onto me that the gym-instructor-wannabe was practising her moves for body combat/kickboxing/whatever.
I laid in my bed and willed myself to fall back asleep again, so that I would be fresh and ready to get out of bed by the time the alarm rang. But my rebellious body simply refused to shut off and then just as I was finally nodding off, the alarm I had set on my iMac burst into life and Avril Lavigne’s voice filled the room.
Life’s like that.
Yannisms 