Friday, October 11, 2002

Sabotaged. It never ceases to amaze me the number of ways my own body finds to betray me. Noisy bodily functions during important meetings. Lack of energy during grueling tasks. The (very) occassional failure to perform to the usual standards in bed. And now, here I am, on the first night an age that I really needed some decent kip because I've got a 4.30am start, and after 2 hours lying in bed I'm no closer to the soothing bosom of unconsciousness than I was at lunchtime.
Instead I've spent 2 hours tossing and turning whilst my brain churns over the 1000 and 1 things that I am supposed to be doing over the next few weeks. So I decided. I've made myself a nice hot milky drink and I'm going to list some of the things I need to do. That way I can stop thinking about them.See! Now that I'm up and about, I can't even remember half the stuff that was bugging me when I was in bed. Chuffing arseburgers!Is there enough there? Nope! I'm sure there was more than that bugging me about 10 minutes ago. Oh well. I have to get up in 3 1/2 hours to go do this crappy job which I know I'm gonna hate. So I suppose I really ought to go back to bed and try to sleep. Oh yeah, whilst I remember: arseburgers!


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