Something's wrong. I'm feeling it in the pit of my stomach, and I don't think it's gas or anything. I can't concentrate on reading, so writing would be the other option.

I was sitting outside, watching the dying embers of a clouded sunset marred by mountains. I only see reflections hitting the grey pregnant clouds. There's that slightly chilly breeze wafting through the place - signs of Christmas. This is my favourite time of the year, other than obvious birthday reasons. I've perhaps blogged about this last year around the same time. There's this different aura that surrounds the place.

I listened to the Charlotte Church Christmas CD Dara gave me last year, and fell asleep. It's really beautiful music though, I promise I'll stay awake next time I play it. It was so relaxing, and had me in the whole peacey Christmassy mood.
I'm now listening to Marc Anthony. Last night I actually listened to the whole J-Lo - On the 6 album, which I grabbed from Rory. It wasn't as ditzy as I'd previously thought and the tracks are decent enough.

Insert 4 or 5 hours spacing.

Tonight : Alanis Morrissette, Sarah McLachlan, Dido. Eek talk about a suicidal combo. No I didn't choose the playlist. I'm not very depressed. I managed to cheer one sad soul up. Still didn't find out what was wrong though. Will eventually.

"We meet at the lights I stare for a while, the world around us disappears, it's just you and me on my island of hope, a breath between us could be miles..."

Shall I get to bed early tonight? Uh huh...sure thing Trace...sure thing.