It really is far too early to fall asleep. I want to wake up later where I have less of a day to waste being awake and practising restraint. God bless Monday, bringing the joys of soft excercise to my trippy little feet at a glorious eight in the morning. God bless rye, wholemeal and honey. God bless strawberries, Spreaded chocolate and bran. Come to think of it now there was no single slab of dark, plain chocolate on sale in the supermarket anywhere. No purified cocoa, no dis-mingled chocolate solids. But I am okay because I've got my own chocolate spread. I always keep a large slab of chocolate in my bottom drawer for a Saturday night. I put it in there Tuesday and it was completely engulfed by Thursday. I had such bad stomach cramps, the way I skillfully swallowed 12 pieces without hoarding or cramming it down. Instead, I put it down to a gentle art. Snap and seperate one piece, bite said piece until it is half, suck out caramel (sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn't) and then the rest will melt gladly upon your warm, excitable tongue, tantalised by those "oh-god-I'm-in-love" sort of senses. And that is how I eat my chocolate.

As for the moment, my back hurts, I have an odd pinching sensation in my left ear, and something is persisting to prod my foot. I am irritable when either not eating or not in a vehicle or it isn't night time. And with the land of nod seducing me at least 3 hours earlier than usual, I shall have to give in to it's flawless charm and bid you goodnight.