Although I woke up early yesterday, I felt oddly tired. I could hear a light wheezing from my breath and I wondered if it was because of fatigue (from band practice the day before) and the few moments of smoke exposure I've been experiencing these past few days. I ended up sleeping for two more hours. Later at work, though, I found myself feeling sleepy again. I wondered why, but nothing came to mind.

I promised not to bother Cat today since she'd be going out with Xandra. Their gimmicks have been getting postponed for quite some time now, and I didn't want to distract her now that it had pushed through. I'm sure they're going to miss each other a lot when Xandra leaves for the States; I knew that I should let them make the most of things until then. I know that eventually, I'll be in the same boat as Cat is with her. I suppose I need to prepare and be strong, too, for both our sakes.

I headed off to Starbucks late that afternoon, deciding to get myself perked up by coffee and some [poetry/song/random] writing. Niel texted me soon after I got there, though, so I invited him to chat. He really looked like he needed to de-stress, so it was the perfect chance for the both of us.

We talked about things that were on our minds, and told a few stories to catch up on each other. It was pretty nice. We talked about the band as well: how we could grow (future gigs and similar opportunities come to mind), how to avoid mediocrity and being complacent, how we were compared to how we are now. I'm looking forward to a good future for the band.

I never got to write then, since I never got my alone time. I've been thinking a lot for most of the day, though, and I found myself wanting to write after I got back from my coffee break. It was a song that went,

"As snow falls in that foreign land, reach out your hand.
The prayers I have said in the rain are being carried to you."