Coffee or angel of the morning

日本の夏大変暑いですね！Tokyo summer nights, and the heat is more stubborn than a goat. And as it hangs over me like a thick feather duvet, I watch the fluorescent green numbers on the clock by the window, hoping that they will soon fade away...I get up to drink a glass of water with the vague memory of someone once telling me that water helps you sleep. I go back to my futon with new hope...waiting...turning...sweating...nothing yet. I get up again, this time I turn on the lights. I sit at my computer not really knowing why and I stare at the luminous glow of the screen. It does no good so I return to the pit, dump myself in its sticky embrace and wait in silence. 6 hours later and the sound of the nursery school teacher from the ground floor of the building wakes me up. She's ordering the children to hold hands 2-by-2 as they get ready for their routine walk to the park. It's 9am. The children's voices are fresh and unfettered by tiredness, in fact they've already forgotten the night before. What I wouldn't give to be a toddler again. I get up and feel haggered as hell, my body aches and I blame it on the futon and its secret ability to constrict the unaccustomed western body. And so I'm drained and reduced to this: a bloodshot-eyed matinal wretch, marauding the cupboards for the last packet of coffee...coffee or angel of the morning.

In the entanglement of letters above is a short phrase describing my feeling after waking up this morning. Whoever deciphers the phrase first will get a link to their site...not much of a prize, I know, but hey its better than nothing! And in case you are wondering how I went about making the letter art above, thinking damn he must of spent ages doing that, actually it's quick and simple. Just type in the word you want here and it does it for you.