September 04, 2005

Sunday

The curtains are drawn, it is generally darkish in here and the room struggles to glow in the whiteness the old monitor is giving out. The television shrieks loudly in the other room. I can hear the howl of a jet engine, a woman screaming and numerous other sounds. I am still half asleep, a bit hungry and delaying the inevitable trip outside to replenish the empty larder. It feels a bit like one of those old days in winter, except that it is creeping close to 40 degrees Celsius outside and I am not feeling particularly enlightened or romantic. It is just one of those very rare days when I am just happy to have a few extra hours to do nothing or catch up on my sleep.