the idea of hours in numbers (like 0100 or 1300) & the concept of time at home have taken a turn into somethingelse (for when the evening turns to midnights and days become interstitials).

di sleeps in the evening, as if 6pm is late, dark like 0200, and only gets out of bed halfanhour after i turn the aircon off. i think she measures time via reality television (like amazingrace). i had my lunch at six. and my parents only just left for dinner. and it’s almost ninethirty.

i have this awkward pounding in my head and i decide, i think, that it’s because workdays have been muddled up. i still have transcribing to do and a breakfastthingy tomorrow to attend at sony(reviewing of new music cds & mtv) AND i am painfully aware that channel5 will be prisonbreaking (season2) later tonight.

edit: we’re prisonbreaking on thursday :))