Let Jag
In which Mike
fluhhhhh.
Edited 23:12 10th
October 2003
I have now been awake for 38 hours on 3 hours'
sleep. The clock says 11pm, my bodyclock says 6pm, and my eyes say "Ow! Who's
throwing grit?"
I have had an
unsatisfactory half-day at work to which I rushed for, it transpires, no good
reason whatever, came home and got bills to deal with and the washing
(EDIT: I obviously mean "rubbish"
here, all right? I would have thought that was self-evident, for Pete's sake.)
to take out, found that before I went I'd decided
to air my mattress and had thus completely stripped the bed... and now I want to
sleep, am wide awake, knackered, incoherent, and have no
bedding.
Maybe I should sleep on the
sofa. Maybe the sofa should sleep on me? No, that would be silly. This reminds
me of something... got one of those questionnaires that asks you what colour
socks you're wearing, etc. and encourages you to send it to world & dog as
if these might be interested in your sock colour... anyhow, quotation in full
is:
51. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK
OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
"Noise. Bad. Make noise stop. What is
noise. Noise is box. Box is radio. Why is radio? Morn... ugh. Stop noise. Make
box be not radio. Hit box. Box stop. Noise go. Why not dark? Morni... ugh. Why
not clean? Not shower. Make shower be. Where shower? Not here. Where here? Here
warm. Why be not here? Morning..... ugh." More or less.
but then again...
52.ANYTHING ELSE/ QUOTES?
"No this isn't me, it's just my motor
running"
Denise
Riley, "When It's Time To Go"
Oh, and
on the theme of being elderly and irritable, I found a cheering book in the
states called "The Portable Curmudgeon". Will now have to start using the word
'curmudgeon' in polite conversation, subtly, until someone thinks to apply it to
me, which I will probably enjoy. Sigh, planning one's pleasures is such a trying
thing.
Posted: Tue - October 14, 2003 at 11:10