Couldn't fall asleep last night. Talking about past brought on so many memories. Like fuck! I'm hitting 30 next year. 30 years worth of memories and some of the favorites are still from before I turned 23. Seems that everything worthy happened all within 5 years. Now it's all just work, business, money, bills... Or maybe I'm just heartless now. Nothing phases me, nobody I care about.
Also I was dreaming about Moscow. Something is calling me back there.