Twitch.

One of these days I shall actually learn the lesson of the bleedin' obvious. In this particular case, dear reader, it is that a couple or three of cups of strong coffee consumed after 10pm is detrimental to dozing off anytime soon thereafter.

I mean, there was a time, and not so long ago, when I could drink coffee and go to sleep immediately regardless. These days though, my metabolism has unionised, and insists upon working to rule. In other words, "you can have the coffee if you like, but we're dealing with it in strict rotation, and you can forget anything else in the meantime." So that means lying in bed and pretending I'm asleep, because I'm too tired to do anything else, but too wired actually to sleep.

By way of illustration of how things used to be, the last time I visited drjohnsilence and Kris in Alexandria VA (as recently as August 2000), I recall that I rather astounded Kris with my ability to put back a litre or more of Coke, and then be snoring before my head hit the pillow on the sofa bed only shortly afterwards. Unfortunately, rather like the manufacture of Greek Fire, I feel that this is a skill that is lost. Not that I ever knew how to make Greek Fire, you understand, but an example is an example.

Anyway, the upshot is that I dragged myself out of my pit at 11am instead of the targeted 10am, and now need more caffeine to kick start me so I can get out and about to buy some new trousers before disappearing up to South Cambs to visit the wallabok household and my little God Daughter. This may be an example of my superpower for missing trains adapting into a new guise.

In other news, if there's anyone on my friends list who knows him, and hasn't heard, Harv will be over from a land down under for a few days from 11 November, and we're hoping to nip out for a few pints and a natter. I haven't seen him for about 5 years now, so it will be good to catch up.

Twitch.

One of these days I shall actually learn the lesson of the bleedin' obvious. In this particular case, dear reader, it is that a couple or three of cups of strong coffee consumed after 10pm is detrimental to dozing off anytime soon thereafter.

I mean, there was a time, and not so long ago, when I could drink coffee and go to sleep immediately regardless. These days though, my metabolism has unionised, and insists upon working to rule. In other words, "you can have the coffee if you like, but we're dealing with it in strict rotation, and you can forget anything else in the meantime." So that means lying in bed and pretending I'm asleep, because I'm too tired to do anything else, but too wired actually to sleep.

By way of illustration of how things used to be, the last time I visited drjohnsilence and Kris in Alexandria VA (as recently as August 2000), I recall that I rather astounded Kris with my ability to put back a litre or more of Coke, and then be snoring before my head hit the pillow on the sofa bed only shortly afterwards. Unfortunately, rather like the manufacture of Greek Fire, I feel that this is a skill that is lost. Not that I ever knew how to make Greek Fire, you understand, but an example is an example.

Anyway, the upshot is that I dragged myself out of my pit at 11am instead of the targeted 10am, and now need more caffeine to kick start me so I can get out and about to buy some new trousers before disappearing up to South Cambs to visit the wallabok household and my little God Daughter. This may be an example of my superpower for missing trains adapting into a new guise.

In other news, if there's anyone on my friends list who knows him, and hasn't heard, Harv will be over from a land down under for a few days from 11 November, and we're hoping to nip out for a few pints and a natter. I haven't seen him for about 5 years now, so it will be good to catch up.