My life is whizzing past me. I'm high on absyinthe. Everything is just a whir and I stumble to catch up. Nothing more but a ghost of the past, I seek for the light to lead me to the future.

Sicko yesterday was really good, as of most Michael Moore's films. Studied at Picturehouse Cathay's starbucks till about two, before travelling over to smu like nomads to stay up till eight odd. I need t reverse my bodyclock before I become fully fledged nocturnal.