2 am and I'm trying to do work. Keyword ladies and gents is 'Trying'. I can try to do anything. I can try to lift a plane. I can try to be Aussie Idol. I can try to write a book. The actual thing here is doing. Which seems to be the problem I'm facing. The stuff's in front of me. But no motivation to write. So I'll write into the night.. .slow and steady. That's the way right? Right.

And jazz is so good. So, so, good.

And why doesn't anybody declare undying love to me so that I can reject.
Some pple have all the luck.