There is snow outside.

I tried some valerian root yesterday before going to sleep, just to see whether it helps with the inexplicable unrest I have experienced for the past two nights. Not to the most measurable effect, still I seemed to be a little more calm. Woke up around 5:50 due to noise from the street, felt pretty much awake yet considered it too early to start my day. Wish I had, for I then did so only after 9 am.

The weirdest and most disappointing dreams by the way seem to be the ones quite closely mirroring reality^*) with no added magic but the unlikely conclusion of your most persistent hankerings. Meh.

*): I know some things just never fit in there.

No flowers.

I am kidding. I did not expect any. Still though, no flowers ...

But! Music. I am awefully subtle with hints, yes. I wonder - how does shit feel, when it feels like shit? At home?

I want to wake up some three weeks from now. If one was to choose super-size, not alone, maybe.

The cause of this mood is somewhat not at all related to the other sex, I might add. I shall apologize for the ranting some other day.

Obstructive sleep apnea.

Something you wanna name death-metal bands after. Pending further investigation, as I could sure do with less fatigue. But then, maybe I am *just* lazy. See → am|bi|tion for the lack of it. I will keep the general public posted on eventual findings ...