hello, is this thing on?

for some reason this morning i was awake at six. it was still pretty much dark but the sun must have been coming up cos the birds were making a lot of noise. i guess it must be quite nice for them to get so excited about something as mundane as the start of another day. i was just laying in bed listening, watching the colour of the holes in my blind change from streetlight orange to something a little more natural looking and wondered why the fuck i was awake so early and having dodgy dreams. when this fake plastic lee thing first came online many moons ago, it used to be a bit of a dream diary kinda thing. apparently if you record what dreams you have and keep doing it over a period of time, your dreams will become more and more vivid and you'll be able to remember more of the details. i soon got bored of that, and don't really feel like picking up that tradition today. but still. dreams are good. like chicken nuggets. that comment's funny to me, and about two other people at a push. but that's good enough. this is all a big ego-trip anyway. i'm sure there was gonna be a point to this somewhere. but it got lost somewhere in amongst that lot. this is a pretty good timescale for posting, albeit without anything worth posting. but we can work on that. now dip me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians!