Sunday, December 14, 2003

insomnia

6AM sunday morning, I've been awake since 5 when the Cat woke me up. Can't fall back asleep, reach towards the radio to find out how much the world has changed today... 'maybe they caught saddam' I say to myself.... 'nay, that'll never happen, he's farming his tan and drinking ouzo on Crete by now.'

click.