Never thought it would get this cold in a country below the equator. Everytime I smoke a cigarette the smoke hangs thickly in the air, mingling with the ground level fog and muting the sodium yellow security light even more.

Why am I outside in this weather? Wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms and a singlet, I must be insane. The puppy has the right idea, curled up under the duvet at the foot of the bed, snug as the proverbial bug. Finish this cigarette as quickly as possible and get back inside, where at least the heat of the house will keep me warm.

Half past seven in the morning, no sleep yet. Won't need any, not doing much today, just hiding behind my eyes and nodding my assent to everything.

Inside, icicles are forming on the inside of the windows.

Current Mood: cold