Incompletely Complete, Again.

Waking up 9.30 in the morning when you slept at 4.30 with your head spinning doesn't quite meet the criteria of a holiday. Yet I have no idea why the hell I got up that early. But what I do know is that sitting by the bar with beer is fun. An experience I never quite have.

Waking up to an empty house is sad. Waking up to an empty fridge is giving me indigestion.

Empty stomach and all, thats when you sit down with your orange juice. and your mind starts wandering off. That is when reality hits you hard in your gut.

I realised that I have almost everything but almost nothing.