I'm tired again. Surprisingly enough. Work was hard. Moving big things. From the barn to a storage room in a building next to the barn. Lots of hard lugging. All work and no play makes Plume a tired dlander.

Apart from that nothing much happened. I walked on glass. And the clouds fell. And you were there. And you were there. And you I don't know.

I saw Radiohead's new video on MTV earlier. Typical weird. Reminds me a lot of one of Björk's old videos. I love the song though. There There. I remember when they started playing their new material live. It was one of the first songs I liked. It has some great lines. Especially "we are accidents waiting to happen". It's perfect. When wailed by Thom like that. Just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.

I feel like I'm in a vacuum. Eye of the storm. With nowhere to go.

I'm going to go and get registered at the housing office place soon. Get on a waiting list for a little appartment here probably. Whaddaya know, I might actually be moving out and living on my own some time after all. Maybe I won't end up killing myself at 37, still living with my mother. Maybe I'll get out before that happens. I know I need to. And it would be good for the future with Skye and all.

Too bad I'm a scared little child. Wailing.

I just accidentally read the lyrics to Polyethylene. So I had to put it on. And now I'm all amazed at musicality again. I wish I was a tortured genious. Wailing through the ages.

It's just pure brilliance.

np: radiohead polyethylene parts 1+2