A good sleep means good dreams which means a good morning.

I woke up feeling like I was in the beach, with the sun shining on my face and P150 for my vices - which has been sadly reduced to cigarettes, caffeine and instant noodles. I recommend playing Mark Farina's Dream Machine before hearing or thinking about anything else. Here's a sound clip, in case you have trouble finding it.

What are your first thoughts of the day? Mine was a man I've never met but I'm crushing on big time. Played Bitter:Sweet's The Mating Game throughout breakfast - yes, I woke up that early. Today, I've decided to just kick back and not worry about most of the things that I worried about throughout last week like moolah, my minor operation, my unemployment and other anxieties that can't be shaken by vodka, mindless chatter and a room full of beautiful, drunk strangers.

Bea's going back to school.

Bea is excited for someone she loved once and never forgot (and never will forget).

Bea doesn't look the same but has not changed, not even a little bit.

Bea is bored to the bones (and she has lots of it... poking out in all the wrong places)

Bea does not care for someone anymore. She wouldn't mind if he dropped dead right now.

Bea was slapped by a distant memory and she doesn't know why.

Bea has been having nightmares for the x number of nights. She is scared shitless.

Bea needs help. Badly.

I haven't woken up to a terrible morning in quite a while so this one was long overdue.

Woke up to two pieces of chicken skin and bones, I only had to bites of burnt edible flesh before I screamed for the maid to cook something else. The worse of it was, the two bites gave me a bad case of diarrhea.

In other news, I found an entertaining article about the worst record company decisions in the last decade or so. Check it out here: http://music.yahoo.com/read/news/58400153

Who would've thought that someone would invest $13 million on a Guns N Roses album that never materialized, I think it was scheduled for release in the 90's. Funny. Also, the article brings back thoughtful memories of Napster. Lars Ulrich is one dumb fucker.