Three. Drei. III. Trois. Drie. 3. Tres.

1. It's a widely known fact that people generally can't remember what they've dreamt about during the night. I'm no different. What I do find, every now and again, is that I sometimes recall the feeling I had in the dream, and that feeling will affect the rest of my day; if I remember being gloomy, I'll be (somewhat) gloomy, etc. Take this mornng, for example. I can't for the life of me remember what I was dreaming, but what I do remember is that I was supposed to receive something that would make my life a whole lot easier; the thing is, minutes before actually receiving it, my alarmclock went off. So now I spent the better part of my workday feeling happy, to some degree, but mostly mystified - I kept digging into my mind trying to figure out what it was I was supposed to receive. Now that I am writing this, I think I finally remember - I won the lottery.



2. I got up at 7 AM today (yes, on a sunday) to get to work and the roads were completely deserted when I drove over. For a minute there I kinda felt like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, running down a completely empty Times Square, or whatshisname (Cillian Murphy) roaming the deserted streets of London after getting out of his coma in 28 Days Later. Not that the city I live in resembles New York or London in any way - not even remotely.



3. The latter part of the final of the World Championship Snooker will be on telly tomorrow, and guess what? I have nothing to do. At all. All day. Yay!

Cheers