Half a Void
I had another one of those odd dreams yesterday. Not last night, because these days I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and then fall back to sleep before the handphone wakes me up--I still haven't put batteries in the alarm clock, and besides the handphone's alarm tone is customisable. At the moment it's a recording of me saying "Wake up. Wake up." in a slightly electronically-distorted tone, but when I figure out how to connect that phone to my computer, it will sing either "There is Life Outside Your Apartment", "I Feel Fantastic", or "The Mom Song"--you know, the one where Anita Renfroe yells "GET UP NOW GET UP NOW GET UP OUT OF BED". Admittedly those are rather loud noises, but then I needn't worry about waking the roommate anymore because he's gone away; the post-it he left behind said that one of his friends' roommate had gone away on exchange and he was going there, which means he's been wa