in nature randomness is a pattern

Which is theory that could most definitely be applied to my sleeping habits at the moment, as I bipolarly flip-flop from one night falling asleep at 23h00 and remaining so until 09h00 the next morning to barely being able to catch 3 consecutive horas without *zing*ing awake. I have tried to link said irregularities to caffeine consumption but have yet to find a causal relationship. So here it is, 8am on a Sunday morning and me wide awake already having the pre-Tae Bo coffee. I hope tomorrow I do not pay for today with the high cost of fatigue.

Had a very low-key weekend this far, and really didn't mind in the least as am still under a small cloud of unwellness, however today feel much improved. Part of this malaise is surely due to the concern over previously mentioned friend and the so-sad news that has since tainted our communication. But I will see him on Friday, and the days can't go by fast enough. The weekend will be surrounded by quite a different atmosphere than originally planned, but would never think of not going.

I foresee the afternoon being most enjoyable with a trip to Delft (in a CAR!) for a Gathering of the People, which has seemingly materialized into a Sunday tradition, at least for the past three. Which means it has been three weeks since Porto...(which I still think about every day). People often get to a certain point in their lives and wonder where all the time went, how it went by so fast without them being able to permanently capture or give meaning to more of it. Even I, barely to meet quarter-life never mind mid, wonder how it all goes so fast, despite adopting the determination to fill as many minutes/hours/days/weeks with that and those I deem of importance to personal fulfillment.

And in preparation for another one of those times, ie the trip to Barca next weekend, I will spend a part of the day in an attempt to undue the damage done to my weekend luggage by Portugalia airlines, although considering there is a gaping hole where plastic used to be and a half-attached wheel, I face a considerable challenge. I was fully intending to purchase a new piece of weekend luggage yesterday but found nothing incredibly suitable save for a somewhat trendy Esprit wheelie tote...had it been in pink I would have snatched it up, but the rather bold chartreuse canvas just wasn't screaming at me. Well, maybe it was, but it was saying "I'M AN ICKY COLOUR AND YOU WISH I WAS IN PINK" so I moved on.

Speaking of which, time for me to do the same as as much I as would like it to Tae Bo is not going to be of any use from my position in this chair.