Pah

It's nearly six.

I've been listening to music for hours.

Last night I had less than two hours sleep.  The night before less than four.

Today nothing.

I have gone for four days with no sleep before, save the mini sleeps which occur without knowledge and at bizarre times.

I need to be in town to meet people in five hours.  But haven't started the sleep thing yet.

This is bad.  I am labelled a chronic insomniac, but really this is bad.  Neither alcohol nor pill, nor combination, nor usage in isolation, is having any effect at all.

I am awake.  Everything is buzzing except for my eyes.

Or a successful day.

Or both.

my laptop was broken.

Then I didn't understand my blog.

And now I'm going to eat a chilli and fish finger sandwich, with my banjo in my lap, and cat on my shoulder.

Blimey Charlie, I've been banging on a bit.  It's the excitement of the award

I shopped badly.

But today I shall shop well.

And to those who don't click my links, did anyone else watch the final Black Mirror last night?

stropping.

And I have reached a decision.  It is a banzola.

And I have conquered my fear of the pub.  The local pub, specifically.

That's a new one!

Ramblings on word-merging and Christmas-related thoughts.  Or should I say werging and Chratts?

about stuff.

Am so tired now I can't be arsed.