Saturday, August 27, 2011

27th August 2011

It is 12:15am, my mouth is dry and my nose keeps leaking every chance it gets.
My head feels like quitting. My eyes are rubbed red raw. This is not your typical Saturday evening though I obviously had it coming staying out all night in the freezing cold drifting from corner to corner until 5am.

I am afraid sleep is the only cure for these nuts and bolts to be back in working order. But I shall leave you with this handsome gentleman's gaze.

Auf wiedersehen!

the Rock by the Who.

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