*Sigh*

Music: “Thunder Live”, “Thunder/Live Circuit”/ Thunder, “Truth”/Jeff Beck, “Horowitz Plays Mozart”/Vladimir Horowitz
Mood: not really high but better than the physical condition

Since Saturday, I have a severe pain in my upper back (around the left shoulder blade)… it feels like I slept wrong. But I think it’s because I’m too much on computer… that’s it. ‘Cause I also have a pain in my lower back and both elbows and my right wrist and… everywhere. Plus, I mowed the grass yesterday, and after that I was itchy everywhere and got the red, watery eyes as usual. My eyes are still a bit swollen today.

I sent e-mails to people I know if somebody would like to (or knows somebody who would like to) go to Thunder’s concert. Hm… I had only one reply, that she doesn’t know anybody. OK, it seems like I must go there on my own. I checked the fan site, saw a Dutch girl posting a topic about the concert in Amsterdam… Hm… No, I don’t know…don’t feel like knocking on the door there right now.

Hhmm… every morning I feel myself a day older… *sigh*

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Like a Satellite
(Thunder)

In the quiet of evening I start to drift away
Imagining a place where you’ll be starting off your day
I fight the distance with a picture in my head
But I don’t know when I’ll see you, I guess I’ll have to dream instead
You’re so far away

If I could be I’d be with you, even if for just one day, ’cos if

I close my eyes and dream on, I can fool myself in sound and vision
Like a satellite reaching out through the night
I could almost be touching you

And when we’re talking long distance on the phone
You know it makes me feel like I’m not so alone
The situation never causes me pain
The communication that we have is on another plane

All the waiting makes me stronger, and the time between us flies

Whenever
I close my eyes and dream on, I can fool myself in sound and vision
Like a satellite reaching out through the night
I could almost be touching you

If I could be I’d be with you, even if for just one day
Those miles between us, they just start fading away

Whenever
I close my eyes and dream on, I can fool myself in sound and vision
Like a satellite reaching out through the night
Whenever
I close my eyes and dream on, I can fool myself in sound and vision
Like a satellite reaching out through the night
I could almost be touching you
I can almost be touching you

Like a satellite, like a satellite
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witten by Luke Morley