The most tired Bluncke there ever was...

I don't think i have ever carried that many metal objects from one place to another over the course of a day. I don't think i've ever really had to carry metal objects ever actually, but i don't think that's the point.

I had this weird dream though in which i was watching myself through some one way glass. I (the me i was watching) was in a small green room with a desk on which sat a pen. When i saw myself try to reach for the pen i said, 'Don't touch the pen,' through a microphone just in front of me. Then i saw this television to my left and i wanted to see what was on when this man in a suit and sunglasses kicked down the door behind me, said 'Don't touch that you fool!' and then kicked the door into the little green room down and shouted 'Dammit man! Pick up the pen already!!!' and then i woke up.

I don't know why today but while i was running from the square place to the cylinder place to get the electronics to take to the workshed while getting a coffee for Tim i was thinking about when i wanted to be a piano genius. I don't know why the thought popped into my mind, but it did, and man i really want to play some sort of instrument again! Maybe i should try and get that guitar girl to teach me a few chords or something. I don't have much in the way of creativity but maybe i could get some nice sounds out of a guitar.

I don't know. It's food for thought really.

But i am wrecked. I was so busy i didn't even think to look for the guitar girl, and today would have been a really good day for it, with me rushing to all these different places. I think it will take me a very long time to work out the warehous properly. It is just very big and there are so many basement levels it borders on the stupid, i think.

I am just going to go to sleep now.

Blake out.