Got drunk.

Had some good talk...

With some girl I'll probably never see ever again. Well...

I think my talkin' had some positive influence - nobody needs to be perfect, and too much perfection may even kill you.

If I were not as drunk as I have been - maybe I would be more sure about what she said and what I said - and in that case not knowing her would probably be harder to me. strange strange.

Never the less - Shine on you crazy diamond...



Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!