just woke up from a dream where me and Aylsa and John Farrell were on a DART that was going to Heathrow but passed through Connolly and Pearse?
and I was really tired but Aylsa kept papping me to keep me awake because I was supposed to be going to a midnight concert of a band that was insanely popular and made up of teenage versions of my college lecturers...
meanwhile John was taking pictures of everything.
but yeah now I'm awake and it's 6AM and I would like to go back to sleep but I can't because WE WENT TO SEE MAMA YESTERDAY AND I AM CURRENTLY SITTING IN THE DARK WITHOUT MY CAT SHITTING MYSELF.
goodbye friends I am gone.