This is just one of those nights, I guess. One of those nights, where, no matter what you do, you're not getting any sleep, unless you pop a sleeping pill, which wrecks you the following day. What would life be without irony?

You all know what I'm talking about, because I'm sure you've all been through it. You've just set your head down upon your pillow, and for some inexplicable reason, your mind starts racing. And when I say racing, I'm talking about it seemingly acting out of its own free will. Like I said, I'm sure you've been there.

Well, I leave for Korea in +-60 hours, which is cool. It makes me think back to when I used to go out to my dad's place on the Vaal Dam. That was my place I went to when I needed some time out, some time to myself. Well, Korea is going to be some time out, some Karl time. I can't wait. If I had my way, I'd be there for longer than 9 days. Hell, I'd probably stay there until I grew tired of it, given half a chance.

Listening to: Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head

Lately, I've been thinking... about how I'd gladly change the title of this blog to "Escapism: Sanity's refuge, I believe?", if the world only gave me sufficient opportunity to do so.

Right now, I'll resign myself to the fact that I'm not going to get much sleep tonight.