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[caddyman]

It is very hard to manage the sleep of the just or even to sleep like the dead when it's very hot and the sun pokes its nose in through your window at about 3.30am.

So I compromised and managed the sleep of the just dead, which is half-way house in which you keep waking up and looking at the clock in horror before dozing off again. I managed to keep this up until about 15 minutes ago when my bladder threatened to launch a land war in Asia if I didn't get up and do something about it.

Still, not tired anymore. Last night the whites of my eyes were a fetching shade of pink that wouldn't have disgraced an albino. Today they are back to normal, although I think my ears may be bloodshot (the one on the right; I think it got a bit folded while I slept on it. Ow. Sore).

At some point I have to go to the launderette or the reason for taking today off work is only half fulfilled, and I will have no clean clothes for ther foreseeable future. The trouble is that launderettes are really winter animals and shouldn't be visited in summer. They are gruesome places when it's hot.

Oh well, c'est la vie, as they say in Gaul.

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[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Oh, I could have had a service wash, but I have a reputation as a curmudgeonly old tightwad to maintain.

Anyway, I#d have nothing to moan about. ;-)