Still awake!

Monday, July 7th, 2008 04:23 am
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Ovaltine and toast may not be an acceptable substitute for a few hours sleep, but they pass the time when smoothed down with a little jazz on Radio 2!

Monday in the office is going to be extra special.

I do not recommend that you should waste your money on Natrasleep. It most definitely does not do what it says on the box.

Still awake!

Monday, July 7th, 2008 04:23 am
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Ovaltine and toast may not be an acceptable substitute for a few hours sleep, but they pass the time when smoothed down with a little jazz on Radio 2!

Monday in the office is going to be extra special.

I do not recommend that you should waste your money on Natrasleep. It most definitely does not do what it says on the box.

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Monday, July 7th, 2008 02:57 am
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Well they didn't work.

Maybe I should try that Badger stuff Scotty recommended?

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Monday, July 7th, 2008 02:57 am
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Well they didn't work.

Maybe I should try that Badger stuff Scotty recommended?

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Saturday, July 5th, 2008 03:56 pm
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I think I finally got to sleep around 4.30 this morning and slept through till 10.30. Breakfast and some chores and the rest of the weekend is mine, hurrah!

I forgot to arrange an appointment with the dentist and now I have toothache.

It's not too bad at the moment and a lovely cocktail of paracetamol and ibuprofen is taking the edge off it. I shall nip out shortly and ensure a good supply for the weekend. Maybe with some codeine, just in case.

On other matters, seeing as I still haven't sorted out the TV reception for the Carpathia I am rather hoping that the Doctor Who finale will be on the torrents pronto this evening. I am anxious to know how it turns out and hopeful that unlike last year, it will not feature Doctor Dobby. We are ordering in a curry tonight; the two will go together nicely.

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Saturday, July 5th, 2008 03:56 pm
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I think I finally got to sleep around 4.30 this morning and slept through till 10.30. Breakfast and some chores and the rest of the weekend is mine, hurrah!

I forgot to arrange an appointment with the dentist and now I have toothache.

It's not too bad at the moment and a lovely cocktail of paracetamol and ibuprofen is taking the edge off it. I shall nip out shortly and ensure a good supply for the weekend. Maybe with some codeine, just in case.

On other matters, seeing as I still haven't sorted out the TV reception for the Carpathia I am rather hoping that the Doctor Who finale will be on the torrents pronto this evening. I am anxious to know how it turns out and hopeful that unlike last year, it will not feature Doctor Dobby. We are ordering in a curry tonight; the two will go together nicely.
caddyman: (coat of many colours)
I find myself in that awkward position of feeling tired, but not wanting to go to bed just yet because I am fairly certain that I will just end up lying there staring at the ceiling rather than dozing off. I reckon another 30-45 minutes should do the job and then I'll turn in. I get the whole of the bed tonight, so I can spread out a bit. Whether or not that will make any difference or not I don't know, but at least I can be restless safe in the knowledge that I am not ruining anyone else's sleep.

There was a time when I could doze off at any time: sitting, slouching sprawling or lying on my back, stomach or either side. These days I can only go to sleep properly if I lie on my right side and even if I roll around in my sleep (which I must, even if only rarely, judging by the occasional knotted duvet), I wake up on my right, too. Dunno why. Oh well.

Things are building up at work again as they always do this time of year. The Monster is being unco-operative again, so our generously timetabled activities are beginning to telescope. I have already had my first burst of indigestion, though it's too early to say whether or not I will get it as a fixture for a fortnight or so like I did last year. I hope not, I don't enjoy three courses of Remegel as a meal.

I miss my girl already and she only left this morning.

I tell you what, though. I LIKE this new keyboard!
caddyman: (coat of many colours)
I find myself in that awkward position of feeling tired, but not wanting to go to bed just yet because I am fairly certain that I will just end up lying there staring at the ceiling rather than dozing off. I reckon another 30-45 minutes should do the job and then I'll turn in. I get the whole of the bed tonight, so I can spread out a bit. Whether or not that will make any difference or not I don't know, but at least I can be restless safe in the knowledge that I am not ruining anyone else's sleep.

There was a time when I could doze off at any time: sitting, slouching sprawling or lying on my back, stomach or either side. These days I can only go to sleep properly if I lie on my right side and even if I roll around in my sleep (which I must, even if only rarely, judging by the occasional knotted duvet), I wake up on my right, too. Dunno why. Oh well.

Things are building up at work again as they always do this time of year. The Monster is being unco-operative again, so our generously timetabled activities are beginning to telescope. I have already had my first burst of indigestion, though it's too early to say whether or not I will get it as a fixture for a fortnight or so like I did last year. I hope not, I don't enjoy three courses of Remegel as a meal.

I miss my girl already and she only left this morning.

I tell you what, though. I LIKE this new keyboard!
caddyman: (Psychedelic)
I think that I am allergic to Sunday nights. No matter what I do, it is rare that I sleep properly and Monday mornings are consequently more of a chore than they need to be because I am tired before I even start.

Last night I was hunkered down for sleep by about 1am (sounds late, but I usually turn in around an hour later), but back at the PC faffing around by 1.40 having lain there unable to doze off for 40 minutes. Thereafter I recall looking at the clock at around three and then, after a really rather odd dream, which for once, I can partially remember, I woke up again just a few minutes after 4am with a bit of a headache. So I got up, wandered around in the pre-sunrise glimmer, checked my email and had a smoke. By 4.25 I had managed to scare the bejasus out of [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle by switching on the bedside lamp to find the paracetamol as it had fallen from the bedside table into the deep gloom below as yet un-illuminated by the dawn. Despite the accusing look I got (followed by further snores), the tablets and a glass of squash did the trick and the headache disappeared, so I was able to snatch another three hours or so sleep before the alarm.

But I really did not want to get up at that point.

The annoying thing, see, is that I deliberately made sure that I was out of bed before 10.30 yesterday morning, that being about the maximum lie in I can safely have on a Sunday commensurate with any sleep at all on Sunday night. I may as well have lolled around until midday for all the good it did.

I wonder if this is all to do with the sudden influx of vitamins into my system. Thursday and Friday both saw me eating salads for my main meal. Saturday was a salad sandwich with a bit of chicken and yesterday was a baked potato with coleslaw and grated cheese. Mind you, I did rather overdo it with the grated cheese, [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle had a reasonable helping thereof, but I had An unreasonably large helping (sometimes you just have to tell yourself to stop grating, already!). It was very tasty, though.

Now I come to think of it, that amount of cheese may well have contributed to my disturbed sleep, though we finished eating by about 9.30, so it would be a bit of a stretch...

Annoyingly, in the dream stakes I find myself able to remember the beginning and end of the dream, but not the middle bit. I am lucky, I guess, to remember even that much; my (sleeping) nights are usually just dreamless voids which disappear in the blink of an eye. At the beginning, I was in a dark bar or club with some (unidentified) friends when I recognised (of all people) Angel (David Boreanaz) looking somewhat perturbed. This led to a request for help, a rather film-noire episode in a dilapidated hotel in which unidentified friends and I escaped by the skin of our teeth (from what I don’t know). One of us having mislaid his jacket and me having lost my mobile phone. At some point the friends thinned out in n umber until it was suddenly [livejournal.com profile] romney, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim and me trying to get a night bus home from an unidentified part of central London. We missed the bus and ended up taking a [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim short cut, which led to me waking up with a headache just about the time the three of us were strung out along a dark country road arguing about whether to go back or to continue. I think my brain rebelled after one non-sequitur too many.

Waking up before finding out what it’s all about. That could be a parable of my life.
caddyman: (Psychedelic)
I think that I am allergic to Sunday nights. No matter what I do, it is rare that I sleep properly and Monday mornings are consequently more of a chore than they need to be because I am tired before I even start.

Last night I was hunkered down for sleep by about 1am (sounds late, but I usually turn in around an hour later), but back at the PC faffing around by 1.40 having lain there unable to doze off for 40 minutes. Thereafter I recall looking at the clock at around three and then, after a really rather odd dream, which for once, I can partially remember, I woke up again just a few minutes after 4am with a bit of a headache. So I got up, wandered around in the pre-sunrise glimmer, checked my email and had a smoke. By 4.25 I had managed to scare the bejasus out of [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle by switching on the bedside lamp to find the paracetamol as it had fallen from the bedside table into the deep gloom below as yet un-illuminated by the dawn. Despite the accusing look I got (followed by further snores), the tablets and a glass of squash did the trick and the headache disappeared, so I was able to snatch another three hours or so sleep before the alarm.

But I really did not want to get up at that point.

The annoying thing, see, is that I deliberately made sure that I was out of bed before 10.30 yesterday morning, that being about the maximum lie in I can safely have on a Sunday commensurate with any sleep at all on Sunday night. I may as well have lolled around until midday for all the good it did.

I wonder if this is all to do with the sudden influx of vitamins into my system. Thursday and Friday both saw me eating salads for my main meal. Saturday was a salad sandwich with a bit of chicken and yesterday was a baked potato with coleslaw and grated cheese. Mind you, I did rather overdo it with the grated cheese, [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle had a reasonable helping thereof, but I had An unreasonably large helping (sometimes you just have to tell yourself to stop grating, already!). It was very tasty, though.

Now I come to think of it, that amount of cheese may well have contributed to my disturbed sleep, though we finished eating by about 9.30, so it would be a bit of a stretch...

Annoyingly, in the dream stakes I find myself able to remember the beginning and end of the dream, but not the middle bit. I am lucky, I guess, to remember even that much; my (sleeping) nights are usually just dreamless voids which disappear in the blink of an eye. At the beginning, I was in a dark bar or club with some (unidentified) friends when I recognised (of all people) Angel (David Boreanaz) looking somewhat perturbed. This led to a request for help, a rather film-noire episode in a dilapidated hotel in which unidentified friends and I escaped by the skin of our teeth (from what I don’t know). One of us having mislaid his jacket and me having lost my mobile phone. At some point the friends thinned out in n umber until it was suddenly [livejournal.com profile] romney, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim and me trying to get a night bus home from an unidentified part of central London. We missed the bus and ended up taking a [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim short cut, which led to me waking up with a headache just about the time the three of us were strung out along a dark country road arguing about whether to go back or to continue. I think my brain rebelled after one non-sequitur too many.

Waking up before finding out what it’s all about. That could be a parable of my life.
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Asleep on my feet tired, I cannot doze off.

I fell onto the bed at around 5.15 this afternoon, and lay with my eyes closed determinedly listening to music, but I never really dozed off. I remained immobile for a couple of hours and daydreamed in lieu of sleep, which seemed to help a little.

Since then I have tried various bits and pieces on the PC and telly to keep me entertained, but only with partial success. In the meantime I have become steadily tireder. I am hoping the shower I just had, plus the cup of chocolate Ovaltine I have here and a couple of Nytol just swallowed will do the trick.

If not, I'm out of ideas, short of a general anaesthetic.

Towards the end of this week, I shall be off to Shropshire and then the coast for a total of ten days over Easter week.I NEVER have difficulty sleeping within earshot of the sea. I just have to wait that long...

And thus ends an otherwise splendid weekend: not with a bang, but a yawn, to paraphrase.
caddyman: (Psychedelic)
Asleep on my feet tired, I cannot doze off.

I fell onto the bed at around 5.15 this afternoon, and lay with my eyes closed determinedly listening to music, but I never really dozed off. I remained immobile for a couple of hours and daydreamed in lieu of sleep, which seemed to help a little.

Since then I have tried various bits and pieces on the PC and telly to keep me entertained, but only with partial success. In the meantime I have become steadily tireder. I am hoping the shower I just had, plus the cup of chocolate Ovaltine I have here and a couple of Nytol just swallowed will do the trick.

If not, I'm out of ideas, short of a general anaesthetic.

Towards the end of this week, I shall be off to Shropshire and then the coast for a total of ten days over Easter week.I NEVER have difficulty sleeping within earshot of the sea. I just have to wait that long...

And thus ends an otherwise splendid weekend: not with a bang, but a yawn, to paraphrase.
caddyman: (Severe Delays)
What a day I have had.

How do I loathe thee?

Let me count the ways...

Firstly: That overused phrase: Severe Delays on the Northern Line. Without taking resort in vulgarities, I am running out of ways of talking about this. Luckily, I shan't have to any more; [livejournal.com profile] jimfer has provided me with an icon that says it all. Whenever you see that from now on, you will know. Severe delays on the way home last night, severe delays on the way into work this morning, severe delays on the way home tonight. Now it has been suspended entirely, and probably won't be open tomorrow at all. I'd like to believe that the Tube drivers really do have my best interests at heart, but frankly they are just a bunch of overpaid arseholes and workshy lefties. They strike at the drop of a hat, for any excuse. They may even be right this time for once, but their credit ran dry years ago.

Secondly: Intarweb connection. Off at 7pm (apparently, I don't know - see firstly above. Finally reconnected around 10.30 after hanging on the phone line for an hour before I could get to speak to a person. That's service. One of the of the reasons I moved away from Entanet was because of their shoddy help line. This is the first strike; Plusnet are allowed two more.

Thirdly: October is our busiest time at work. Attendance is screwed royally because of the point already made - see firstly above. My boss has gone on holiday for a week, and the divisional manager is about to take two weeks. Oh joy. In the meantime, operating rule 8 has kicked in: this rule is the one that states (and I am paraphrasing here,) The fewer people that are are available to do the work, and the tighter the deadline this work must be done by, particularly if a) the work in question involves budgetary decisions concerning subsidy of £4 billion (give or take a shekel), and b) said deadline is immutable, then rule 7 shall be suspended, and staff affected shall organise additional and exhaustive meetings to debate the lack of operational time in which to fulfil the task.

Fourthly: Summer continues into October, and temperatures and humidity levels remain well above the seasonal norm. Life is uncomfortable and the air oppressive.

Pah.
caddyman: (Severe Delays)
What a day I have had.

How do I loathe thee?

Let me count the ways...

Firstly: That overused phrase: Severe Delays on the Northern Line. Without taking resort in vulgarities, I am running out of ways of talking about this. Luckily, I shan't have to any more; [livejournal.com profile] jimfer has provided me with an icon that says it all. Whenever you see that from now on, you will know. Severe delays on the way home last night, severe delays on the way into work this morning, severe delays on the way home tonight. Now it has been suspended entirely, and probably won't be open tomorrow at all. I'd like to believe that the Tube drivers really do have my best interests at heart, but frankly they are just a bunch of overpaid arseholes and workshy lefties. They strike at the drop of a hat, for any excuse. They may even be right this time for once, but their credit ran dry years ago.

Secondly: Intarweb connection. Off at 7pm (apparently, I don't know - see firstly above. Finally reconnected around 10.30 after hanging on the phone line for an hour before I could get to speak to a person. That's service. One of the of the reasons I moved away from Entanet was because of their shoddy help line. This is the first strike; Plusnet are allowed two more.

Thirdly: October is our busiest time at work. Attendance is screwed royally because of the point already made - see firstly above. My boss has gone on holiday for a week, and the divisional manager is about to take two weeks. Oh joy. In the meantime, operating rule 8 has kicked in: this rule is the one that states (and I am paraphrasing here,) The fewer people that are are available to do the work, and the tighter the deadline this work must be done by, particularly if a) the work in question involves budgetary decisions concerning subsidy of £4 billion (give or take a shekel), and b) said deadline is immutable, then rule 7 shall be suspended, and staff affected shall organise additional and exhaustive meetings to debate the lack of operational time in which to fulfil the task.

Fourthly: Summer continues into October, and temperatures and humidity levels remain well above the seasonal norm. Life is uncomfortable and the air oppressive.

Pah.

Severe delays.

Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 01:09 am
caddyman: (Aaargh)
When I am all growed up I am going to be PRIME MINISTER. And then I shall put everything right for everybody and be nice to all the other people in the world and make sure they all have nice places to live and lots of nice things to eat.

BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO SPEND EVERY FEKKING PENNY THE COUNTRY CAN AFFORD TO PUT THE FEKKING NORTHERN LINE RIGHT!

Severe delays.

Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 01:09 am
caddyman: (Aaargh)
When I am all growed up I am going to be PRIME MINISTER. And then I shall put everything right for everybody and be nice to all the other people in the world and make sure they all have nice places to live and lots of nice things to eat.

BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO SPEND EVERY FEKKING PENNY THE COUNTRY CAN AFFORD TO PUT THE FEKKING NORTHERN LINE RIGHT!

And again...

Friday, July 15th, 2005 01:33 am
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I am very tired, but for some reason I can feel the adrenaline going round my veins. I really don't know why, but as it is adrenaline, it gives energy when you don't necessarily need it. I really just want to go to bed and sleep. I tried that earlier, I was beyond restless.

So. Plan B

I have a can of Kronenbourg 1664 next to me. I am hoping that a very modest amount of alcohol will help me doze off. Still, tomorrow is my last day in the office for a week. Get through that and the world is my lobster.

And again...

Friday, July 15th, 2005 01:33 am
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I am very tired, but for some reason I can feel the adrenaline going round my veins. I really don't know why, but as it is adrenaline, it gives energy when you don't necessarily need it. I really just want to go to bed and sleep. I tried that earlier, I was beyond restless.

So. Plan B

I have a can of Kronenbourg 1664 next to me. I am hoping that a very modest amount of alcohol will help me doze off. Still, tomorrow is my last day in the office for a week. Get through that and the world is my lobster.

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