Uncomfortable evening. Can’t say that i’ve ever come anywhere near to running a marathon, but everyone knows about ‘hitting the wall’… you’re doing just fine, you’re into the last few miles, then: Blammo!
The town planners of life don’t seem to care where they leave their walls, but they’re usually in unexpected places and painful when you hit them.
i don’t enjoy writing some stuff, but i do it anyway – you don’t have to read it, it’s ok. Back to normal tomorrow, eh?
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind
Pixies – Where Is My Mind