Ai Caramba

Ye Gods, but I’m tired today.

I didn’t sleep well last night; to begin with I kept waking with a start because I’d forgotten to breathe (that sometimes happens when I’m dozing off on my back, but rarely as last night when I am on my side). That happened two or three times.

Then I was woken by a nightmare at about 3.30. Happily I have no memory of what it was about. The upshot was that when my alarm went off at 7.30 this morning, I just wanted to slide back under the duvet and sleep for another three hours or so. Too much coffee on top of yet another Indian takeout, I fancy; tonight I shall have something a little plainer and go to bed a little earlier.

Today, I shall absorb coffee like it’s going out of fashion and trust that the odd activity in my peripheral vision are minor hallucinations manifesting through tiredness.

Failing that, I shall have new material for a horror story…

Muh hah haaaa

Ai Caramba

Ye Gods, but I’m tired today.

I didn’t sleep well last night; to begin with I kept waking with a start because I’d forgotten to breathe (that sometimes happens when I’m dozing off on my back, but rarely as last night when I am on my side). That happened two or three times.

Then I was woken by a nightmare at about 3.30. Happily I have no memory of what it was about. The upshot was that when my alarm went off at 7.30 this morning, I just wanted to slide back under the duvet and sleep for another three hours or so. Too much coffee on top of yet another Indian takeout, I fancy; tonight I shall have something a little plainer and go to bed a little earlier.

Today, I shall absorb coffee like it’s going out of fashion and trust that the odd activity in my peripheral vision are minor hallucinations manifesting through tiredness.

Failing that, I shall have new material for a horror story…

Muh hah haaaa

Lennon

Today would have been John Lennon's 67th birthday.

Lennon

All my icons are dead or ageing; I feel old!

Lennon

Today would have been John Lennon's 67th birthday.

Lennon

All my icons are dead or ageing; I feel old!

Offered without comment...

Sometimes when browsing teh intarweb you just find something that you have to share with the world.

( may or may not be work safe; it depends where you are, I guess )

Offered without comment...

Sometimes when browsing teh intarweb you just find something that you have to share with the world.

( may or may not be work safe; it depends where you are, I guess )

Later...

Still tired, but not as bad as earlier for some reason. I must have my second wind. Judging by the sound of the header tank filling, the Good Colonel must be running a bath. I shall wait until I am sure he is properly a-wallow before going for a shower¹.

In an attempt to ensure that I sleep better tonight, we have had a light chicken dinner and I have limited myself to a single coffee - topping up with chocolate Ovaltine. We watched the Sunglasses of Justice² and a repeat of CSI: New York. All good brain candy of dubious intellectual merit.

On the tube home tonight, once the crowds had died down a little and I could actually find the elbow room, I read a chapter of A Hat Full of Sky. My fellow passengers must have wondered if I was going to have an embolism, or go into spasm or some such. If you've read the book, I was at the part where the Nac Mac Feegle travel first by cart and then by stage coach to find and help Tiffany Aching. Being England, no-one is supposed to do or say anything on public transport, so I of course entered the giggle-loop, whereby the harder you try not to laugh, the greater the urge to do so. I gave in. A lesser man might have wet himself laughing.

Right: off for a shower. The sound of running hot water has topped, and then maybe another chapter of A Hat Full of Sky.


¹The shower is in a separate room, before you draw the wrong conclusion...

²CSI: Miami as it is more properly known.

Later...

Still tired, but not as bad as earlier for some reason. I must have my second wind. Judging by the sound of the header tank filling, the Good Colonel must be running a bath. I shall wait until I am sure he is properly a-wallow before going for a shower¹.

In an attempt to ensure that I sleep better tonight, we have had a light chicken dinner and I have limited myself to a single coffee - topping up with chocolate Ovaltine. We watched the Sunglasses of Justice² and a repeat of CSI: New York. All good brain candy of dubious intellectual merit.

On the tube home tonight, once the crowds had died down a little and I could actually find the elbow room, I read a chapter of A Hat Full of Sky. My fellow passengers must have wondered if I was going to have an embolism, or go into spasm or some such. If you've read the book, I was at the part where the Nac Mac Feegle travel first by cart and then by stage coach to find and help Tiffany Aching. Being England, no-one is supposed to do or say anything on public transport, so I of course entered the giggle-loop, whereby the harder you try not to laugh, the greater the urge to do so. I gave in. A lesser man might have wet himself laughing.

Right: off for a shower. The sound of running hot water has topped, and then maybe another chapter of A Hat Full of Sky.


¹The shower is in a separate room, before you draw the wrong conclusion...

²CSI: Miami as it is more properly known.