Too much work

I was walking up Hegdehaugsveien after work, listening to my iPod. It’s cold in the evenings and when I crossed Parkveien there was this silhouette in the window, way up the building, sitting in the windowsill. Just then the sound of the violin turned from being a thick rope to a fishing line that cut my throat and I started crying for no reason at all. I quit soon enough though.

I don’t sleep enough and I’ve got sand in my eyes. I should leave for outer space! Vroom vroooom.