In AD2001 sleep was beginning...

Bleh.
I need this week to recover from the weekend, great night out friday, much bouncyness, beer and dancing and suuuuugar, but shattered me for the rest of the weekend. Saturday was mostly sleep, at least the bits I remember, there was a meeting and some shopping and some nice chicken fried rice... I think. Sunday I moved probably no more than about 50 yards in the whole day, Zzzzzz.
Words for the weekend;
Bounce, Hilarious, Sugar, Boogie, Yay, Argh, Zzzzz, Drink, OooOOO, Blarg
Now I'm going to try and find somewhere to sleep at work, going to bed at 2:30 and getting up at 7 is not good.

Also!

Yay!

and erm... bah humbug

Just one more... for the road

And because it's totally silly

I am Benoit Mandelbrot Holding a Chicken. I redefine tables of pepper with my jocular slices of casino. Elevated plastic toes infuse my intestinal dichotomies with limp inkwells. My forgotten compass is enscribed by master carrots. Which prawns require dough? The Utterly Surreal Test

My legs hate me...

...but the rest of me feels refreshed, totally shattered myself at the gym, but one lurvely hot shower later (noone else in any of the other showers stealing my hot water) and I feel refreshed and actually, by jingo, awake.
Also since I went late theres only 2 hours left of work today; yay!

Prose by any other name would smell as sweet

Silence in the mind harkens to my thoughts
No mood or words to describe these moments
Twisting, falling, dripping away in precious seconds
Lost to eternity an instant later
No going back, save in your minds eye
There is no going back

Holding onto those memories as time dusts them away
Brushing in strokes, covering them in a nostaligic haze
The bright new light of tommorrow, today and now obscures them
Lost in a cupboard, locked away
Without a key

Like distant notes they sooth me
Faintly heard in the back of my mind
No song this sweet is ever sung, no voice this true can speak
Images made more precious by their obscurity
Fleeting glimpses hanging on
Waiting to fall

No time, no smell, no sound, no sight
No means, no query, no day, no night
No image, no face, no person, no place
No second, no moment, no hour, no face
No memory, no more

Just a hazy memory of a memory
An image twisted with feelings and thought
Lost like a needle in the hay
A dream in the dark
A tear in the rain

Remembered...

Remembered a dream, from a while ago, a dream for a film; "Valentine" was the name I think

The year is 2100, man has virtually exhausted and burnt the earth out, resources are scarce, world war III irradiated three quarters of the planet

Mars looks like the only salvation, to terraform it and live there

A program has been running for a decade now, slowly rebuilding the mars to a state where mankind can live, or adapted mankind at least.

Feburary 14th, the first clone on mars is "born", adapted to live in the hostile conditions, the reduced gravity; the child sees surprisingly self-aware
within a week; it is talking
a nurse finds herself hearing its voice in her sleep, and older, stranger voices
One by one the people on the research facility die
The nurse and the child escape to earth
The voices start again...

Cliche perhaps, but it was nice to remember a dream for once, even if it was from over a month ago