What's in a name?

It has recently come to my attention that people who that have certain names (John Lennon, Phil Collins, Bob Dylan, Patti Smith etc.) are bound to be famous, almost as if it were programed into their DNA as soon as they were named. Don't let the fact that they have enormous talent escape you but maybe their simple yet flowing name can account for some of it. What is the next name to watch out for? Holly Carol.

I never sneeze

If you ever asked, I would be one of those people who told you I never get sick. After waking up today feeling like a rocket ship was trying to go shoot my throat, I would tell you that this was a rare occasion. So, in a case of awkwardness I will make my best attempts to thwart this temper mental cold starting with a glass of orange juice or cup of tea. I usually make an effort not to take medicine- its always been a hassle. I maintain the belief that if you don't take medicine your cold will either fade away faster or linger on for weeks until you do. I think I will take my chances.

Anyway?

There are times such as now when I ask myself whether I should go to sleep, or push my eyelids open an extra hour. The only way to choose is by looking ahead to the inevitable consequences I will have to deal with in the morning. Do I want to do extra work tomorrow? or wake up even more tired? Its a lose/lose situation either way. As my body says sleep and my mind says work, I think I will settle on an uneasy compromise. Whats another half an hour anyway?

My Top 5 Beatles Songs

1. Rocky Raccoon
2. Octopus's Garden
3. I've Just Seen A Face
4. Carry That Weight
5. All You Need Is Love

It Will Come Crashing Down Like a House of Cards

I often try to split my time up evenly; a half an hour here, a half an hour there. Lately I feel as if I have been doing things half way. Maybe I should be spending full hours on a shorter list. Maybe not...

I felt so loved at the time

Sunday was my birthday.
Yesterday was not my birthday.
Today is not my birthday.
Tomorrow will not be my birthday.

Birthdays suck.