040301 » no, my name is not ella

listening to | jeff buckley
feeling | tired and fuzzy and pissed off with the guy next door for deciding to mow his lawn after i had only gotten about 6 hours sleep

last night was my best friend brodie's 21st birthday party. yay! copious amounts of alcohol were consumed. alot of crap was talked. way too many cigarettes were smoked. and who the hell let me near the bloody microphone? i would like to now apologise to anyone who had to hear me sing. my voice isnt very good at the best of times, but when i am sick and hoarse from the night before it rapidly disintergrates to a state of goddamn awful.

is it posssible to die from sleep depravation? if not then i may well end up as the first to do so. while i am on the topic of sleep, does anyone know how i would go about changing the entire world's sleeping and working patterns to suit myself? i hate mornings. ideally i would wake everyday at about 11am and go to sleep at 3am. that would be just perfect. please mr prime minister can we change the hours of the working day to 12pm-8pm?

well im off to see my friend danny's 2nd and last ever solo show in sydney. i will be sure to fill you in on all the hijinks of once again being 'with the band.'