Having the mother of all headaches and the cause - an extensive to-do list with so much things to do in a week, I wish I would just stop complaining and get them done. Or a day of mindless shopping with some rich guy's credit card. Any and everything to get my mind of this. If it gets really bad, I'm going to drug myself with paracetamol. Not kidding. So overwhelmed - by absolutely nothing.

Dreamt of drinking alcohol and eating this really yummy BBQ chicken drumstick, visually plus the taste. Both tasted really good for some unknown reason. It's weird because 1) I've never tried alcohol before and 2) I don't like eating anything with bone(s). It tasted so good in my dream. Tempted. Oh well, shall make myself a cup of peppermint tea.

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Sara doing a cover of Weezer's 'Tired Of Sex' with Matt Sharp on bass. So good. The Weezer version is on repeat on my playlist. Why the hell didn't I get into Weezer before this?

I'm tired, so tired
I'm tired of having sex (so tired)
I'm spread so thin
I don't know who I am (who I am)

Monday night I'm makin' Jen
Tuesday night I'm makin' Lyn
Wednesday night I'm makin' Catherine
Oh, why can't I be makin' Love come true?

I'm beat, beet red
ashamed of what I said (what I said)
I'm sorry, here I go
I know I'm a sinner
but I can't say no (say no)

Thursday night I'm makin' Denise
Friday night I'm makin' Therese
Saturday night I'm making Louise
Oh, why can't I be making Love come true?

Tonight, I'm down on my knees
Tonight, I'm beggin' you please
Tonight, tonight it bleeds
Oh why can't I be makin' Love come true?