What does the painter want?
A supremely awesome cover of Dylan´s Gates Of Eden by Marc Carroll (surely of some fame, though I have no idea of which) is blaring out of my speakers at this very late hour. The clock has ticked on by 2am and I should be asleep long ago to be able to crawl out of bed this swiftly approaching Monday morning, which will be my first day back at work in three weeks. But I am not - here I am, having just finished reading Paulo Coelho´s Eleven Minutes. Just an... Incredible book. I found it just as great as The Alchemist, though I´m sure people who read this might protest, but I shall stand by it. There´s so much I would like to write in regards to the book right now, but my head and mind is too tired, and I really should sleep on it. I can barely see straight. Good night!