I'm currently juggling between The Dream Hunters by Neil Gaiman and Dune. Oh man, it is exasperating me to no end that the latter doesn't seem to finish. I mean it's well-written and all but I've been reading it since the start of the month and I'm still not done? Maybe all this means I should stop having so many late nights. I quite miss the way my room looks during sunset and chilling out infront of the telly, channel surfing and drinking milk.