I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
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Its even worse when you sit up late talking to someone on the other side of the world on a semi-regular basis.
Try forcing yourself to get up early tomorrow and dont let yourself nap during the day :-) Usually helps mine come right... only till the next time though
My alarm clock rules my world. It alone dictates when I rise - My body clock never gets a chance to lock, and this is most truly seen in the weekend; Sleeping a life away minutes at a time when my alarm goes unset.
It's a nice "death" but :)
The other side of the world is always tough on the body Jon, I remember when I had a lot of friends on this side of the world.
The alarm clock ... ahhh well I've just ignored 'the alarm clock that dictates' for two days now. It was 9.30am this morning but I feel like rubbish for it. I shall obey the clock tomorrow.
If they had only known before the colonization...
Use anti-mosquito spray or something Di, that keeps those little buggers out most of the time.
I have this idea that mosquito spray is worse than their bites although I might be rethinking this theory.
Giggling in my corner of the world.....
I've never felt so hunted in my life and I really don't like that they seem capable of hiding once I start looking for them.
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