I suddenly remembered that I'm supposed to write an entry. Why didn't anyone tell me?

But there's not much to tell anyway. I had a sort of bad night. Feeling sick. And so I called in sick. No work. The best Monday I've had in a long time. Just chillin' with my homies. And that would be my computers and my bed. We tight yo.

I've had some great dreams lately. Just small ones. They feel so real. I miss the times when I'd do nothing all day and sleep when I felt like it. And I knew I would dream. Going to bed was like going to the movies. Except for the popcorn of course.

Last night I dreamt that I formatted my hard drives. And then I realized that formatting my hard drives would mean losing all my mp3s. What a nightmare. I woke up and felt kind of sick at the thought. I can't live without my mp3s. It would take ages to download them all over again.

And then when I took a nice long nap today I dreamt again. This time I was back at school. Gammelgaarden. I was taking pictures. Trying to take pictures of all the beautiful girls in my class without anyone noticing. And then a teacher was there. And I said I had to bring back a calculator. That was my excuse for being back at the school. I don't why all my old classmates were there because the dream took place long after we left school.

Anyhoot, there's nothing more boring than listening to other people talk about their dreams so I will stop. It was just all so real. So good. Like back in the good old days where I lived in my dreams. Tomorrow I will have to go to work. Work gets in the way of my sleeping time. I don't appreciate it. Stupid work. And in two weeks I'll have to start staying an hour longer. I barely ever stay there as long as I'm supposed to as it is. What a stupid sentence. I am tired of it all. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just stop trying. There's only very few things that pull me along. Most of them just push me. Why not fall...

Why do we need to sleep anyway? Wouldn't it make more sense for us to eat and drink after a long day, isn't that how our bodies get energy? What's the point of sleeping? It would be interesting to not have to sleep. To just be awake all the time. But then I'd miss the dreaming. I guess the dreams are the brain's way of turning on the tv and kicking back. Just relaxing with some quality tv shows. Or maybe they're secret messages from our forefathers. I miss mummi-troldene.

I'm not making much sense. But that's okay. Because I'm not trying to. A lot easier that way.

Sometimes when I brush my teeth at night I wonder if maybe my mother has put poison in the toothpaste. I'm sure she'd like to get rid of me. Sometimes when I eat something that no one else in the house likes I wonder if that's poisoned too. Sometimes I wonder if someone would come into my room and kill me if I didn't lock the door at night. When I lie in bed and hear a noise outside I'm convinced that it's someone or something evil lurking in the dark waiting for me to let my guard down. When the phone rings I know it's bad news no matter who it is. Just the ring is bad news. There are some types of fish that I can't eat anymore because when I'm done I'm always convinced that I've swallowed some of the bones and they're edged into my throat. I can't go to the dentist because I know my teeth are falling out and he'll overcharge me. My VCRs always break right after the warranty expires. I can't translate an English sentence even though I know what it means. I can't talk to someone on the phone without having written notes prepared in case I panic. I can't say no, no matter how much I know I should. I can't stop picking at the flesh on the side of my nails. Ever since I read that it's bad for your bone structure to crack your neck like you crack you nuckles I just can't stop doing it. I'm a bad liar but I lie anyway. I can be very mean and I'm a big baby when people are mean to me in return. Spiders scare me and fascinate me. I went through a phase where I'd capture them in glasses and feed them flies just to hear that panicked buzz. I write on my hand all the time. Because of my bad memory. My hand is my notepad. I once stole a comic idea from a classmate and then the teacher picked my comic to be shown to the class. The teacher was called away before we could finish and the guy I stole the idea from came over to me and said "if that story ends like blablabla then you've stolen it from me". I tried to cheat for my french exam but I messed it up and it turned out to be my most triumphant moment of all my schooldays. Schooldaze. It was so cold that my newly washed hair froze to ice. I once stayed at a host family in some exhange student / friendship class program and I didn't know if it was okay to eat chicken with my fingers. I still have his picture somewhere. We both loved Family Ties. I once thought Radiohead was a Danish band. I once apologized for being falsely suspected of shoplifting. When I was very young I stole an unpacked R2D2 from a supermarket. I miss my superman comics. I once touched a girls boob. I don't like looking in the mirror because of Twin Peaks. Before I leave the house I always go to the kitchen and look out the windows to see if anyone is outside. If there are people out there then I don't leave unless I absolutely have to. I like having long hair because then I can hide my eyes away from everyone. I have a reoccuring dream where the air is exploding and it feels like it's the end of the world.

Aunt Chrissie is the anti-christ. I don't trust her cookies.

Oh Oh. I remember something from the school dream. Thom Yorke was giving singing lessons! That was cool. I've been getting new Radiohead shows lately and listening to them a lot. I guess that was why Thom got in my dream. Even in my dreams Billy still ignores me... Anyway, Thom was doing some freestyling over Packt Like Sardines and then he pointed at me and I started singing "after years of waiting.. nothing came. After years of waiting.. nothing came" and everybody laughed. And so did I. Because it was the wrong lyrics. Which is strange because they're the right lyrics. I think my dreams need better writers. Or we'll get cancelled.

And that's all, Steve. Nightey night.

np: radiohead - talk show host (981210)