In the beginning...

Well this is my second try at keeping up a blog. My first was one of the worst disasters the Internet has ever seen. Thankfully it's long gone.
I'm fairly unskilled at writing blogs, never had a diary to practise, so please - bare with me.

It' s 10:34 pm as I'm sure the timestamp will say and life is as boring as ever. The day couldn't have been more "mild". We start our adventure at around 08:30 am. Rise and shine I guess, not quite. It had been another bad night - nightmares paired up with too much sleep. I aroused with the real "I hate this day even before it has begun" feeling. Can it get worse? Of course it can, and thus it will.

By the time I motioned my body to actually get up, I decided to not walk around the house wasting my time on thinking about nothing. Instead I stayed in bed and read my book.
Utter delite. There is nothing better than a good book and a good imagination.

I have come to the conclusion that when sleeping longer than the prescribed eight hours of sleep, you actually start deteriorating, and slowly the sleep you caught up on dissolves into the soft fluff of the pillow. Duh! You're thinking. I'm sure it has been proven, I only happened to experience it today.