I'm a bloody zombie today.
I've had restless nights, I've had overcaffeinated nights, I've had nights where a snatch of tune or a phrase or a name has replayed itself feverishly in my mind and caused a state of suspenseful and unrefreshing repose, but last night I experienced insomnia.
I don't claim to have an illness, and I sure as hell hope it's not going to happen again, but I cannot imagine that insomnia is any different to the timeless and unravellable tension that kept me from sleep last night.
My mind wasn't focussed on anything, I wasn't suffering with indigestion, I am not in trouble with the police, no one is threatening to kill me, I am in no danger of having the mafia darken my door. All that is behind me now.
I just couldn't, couldn't couldn't sleep.
I got up, I went back to bed. I read, I got up, I showered, I went back to bed, I attempted to fix the air conditioning unit through repeated pressing of the available buttons. I watched Krissa sleep with a mixture of love and envy. I got up, poured a glass of water, went back to bed, got up again, retrieved the glass of water from the kitchen, and took it with me back to bed. I read some more.
In between each of these activities I gave myself a little pause, a moment where I gave myself a chance to feel tired.
Nope.
I just wasn't.
And so it went.
I got to sleep at about three-thirty-ish, I think.
The alarm went off just before seven.
I'm good for bugger all today.
don't you think we'd all be less afraid of zombies if the singular was zomby?
doesn't that make it sound like a quirky plush toy?
mmm, zomby!
Welcome to my life. Well except I have no Krissa to watch sleep.
I'll email you the link to the site where I got mine.
I thought they only made them in Limited edition runs of 1.
They did.
I never said sending you the site address would help.
And he threw away the receipt, so there's no convincing him to trade you.
I didn't throw away the receipt, it disappeared in a set of mysterious circumstances.
I don't need the receipt for a trade. I just need something Stuboy wants.
I have some garbage pail kids cards still somewhere, I'm sure. Those were like really good for trading when I was at school.
No deal, I'm afraid.
However, if there's a chance of completing my Italia '90 World Cup sticker book, we may be talking.
I tried taking Nightol for that once. It's a really strong antihistamine designed to make you very drowsy. It had the desired effect - I slept like the dead.
Unfortunately it left me good for bugger all the next day aswell :)
How about the Ashes? I mean the Ashes should rightfully be in the hands of an anglishman. And don't the vows say something about "until Ashes do us part"