Tuesday, October 04, 2005
So i woke up this morning with a start as usual and rolled over my bed to check my hp to see if i had overslept. Thankfully i had awoke right on time. The previous night had been a late one as has been the trend for the past few weeks... late nights up till 2. Lying on my bed with lazy eyelids refusing to accept the sunlight, i wrenched them open with thoughts of what might happen if i went to work late. Beside me lay the 3rd issue of The Sandman just wanting to be read after last nights half-done reading. A thin thrill of adrenaline ran through me as i savoured the thought that i'll get to more of that once i get on the bus to work later... and then as i got up to get my toiletries an afterthought struck that i might not get a seat... *sigh*. The start of another day at work till 6 and then its off to the Jamming studio.

Its come to the stage where i dread the morning and afternoon and welcome with open arms the evening and night. The day has been subconciously become synonymous with work and serious matters that i dread being around while the night has become the warm embrace that i crave for in the day. Perhaps one day i would entirely shun the day and thrive in the rich ebony blanket of night.... perhaps.

Getting out of the shower and feeling refreshed, i walked towards my room and glanced over to see the clock mounted in the living room. It was 8... no still not late. 10 minutes to change and then i'll be off. The morning ritual of glancing over has always been a nervous one as time in the shower seems to run slower than the world outside. Especially when the warmth of the water runs over the body and brings your blood circulation up to speed. By the time i've had enough of that, always the dreadful uncertainty if i've been in there for too long comes up. This day, blessed as it is though was not a late work day though.

And i clothed myself as i do every morning and packed the 3rd issue of The Sandman into my laptop bag. As the earpieces came on and i switched on the gothic sounds of London after midnight from my ipod, i once again missed my world of darkness... still many hours away, seperated by the barrier of work.

Slipping my shoes on, i walked out the door hoping.. wishing another day would end without event at work and another night would begin with eventful pleasure.
-Talon faced death at 12:53 PM

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