I believe..

I woke up this morning, with I believe - Fan Yi Chen playing in my head.
Don't ask me why.
It is freaking me out too.

Perhaps it goes along the line of, I believe... I can get my ass out of the bed.

Regardless what time I get to bed, I'd still struggle in the morning.
This is bad. Real bad.
I am missing all the soccer matches now because I am just too beat to stay awake to watch them. But I reckon I'd die before I give tonight's France vs Spain a miss. (wait, let's hope its at 11pm our time).
I am not going to give Torres a miss.

I need sleep.