Hmm. Understatement. Couldn't sleep after my all-nighter; was wired. And the phone kept ringing. The phone never normally rings, but every time I was nearly drifting off it rang. I managed to get just over an hour in the afternoon, then gave up when I was woken again by the phone, and went to the pub. Celebration + exhaustion = losing Thursday.
So now it's Friday. The first day of seven I have left to get the ECA in for B3. Seven days seems like a long time, but it never is in reality.
My sleeping pattern's all shot. I was wired again last night. I ended up discovering a bottle of Icelandic Schnapps (a vile but generous gift several years ago from an Icelandic friend). After the few shots we had when we first got it, it has remained untouched. The only other item in the house that has an alcohol content that has survived such a length of time is the sherry vinegar. This gives an idea I think of how foul the drink actually is.
The blurb on the back reads more entertainingly than your average drink: 'BRENNIVÍN is made from a purely Icelandic recipe and was first put on the market in 1935 when prohibition was lifted. The black label was chosen because it was considered necessary to have the label unattractive to limit demand for the drink. This plan failed and the black label together with the excessive consumption resulted in a new name. BRENNIVÍN is best enjoyed neat, straight from the freezer, for example as a chaser with beer'.
I struggle to see how it could be enjoyed in this way. Utilised I guess, but not enjoyed. I managed to make it drinkable by having it in hot chocolate. As a result I was up until 4am this morning, blasting music (through headphones; I am considerate at times) and feeling invincible to the stress of the ECA. Today on the other hand I am bitterly aware that the loss of a day will serve my ECA no benefit. Nor will the fact that today I feel exhausted again. I woke again at 8am. And that's the most sleep I've had since Monday night. I will never understand why I am unable to sleep when I am exhausted.
I had a few thoughts about things I'd like to discuss on here during the night, but they have all disappeared now. So I'll just go.
A drink or two did I say?
Hmm. Understatement. Couldn't sleep after my all-nighter; was wired. And the phone kept ringing. The phone never normally rings, but every time I was nearly drifting off it rang. I managed to get just over an hour in the afternoon, then gave up when I was woken again by the phone, and went to the pub. Celebration + exhaustion = losing Thursday.
So now it's Friday. The first day of seven I have left to get the ECA in for B3. Seven days seems like a long time, but it never is in reality.
My sleeping pattern's all shot. I was wired again last night. I ended up discovering a bottle of Icelandic Schnapps (a vile but generous gift several years ago from an Icelandic friend). After the few shots we had when we first got it, it has remained untouched. The only other item in the house that has an alcohol content that has survived such a length of time is the sherry vinegar. This gives an idea I think of how foul the drink actually is.
The blurb on the back reads more entertainingly than your average drink: 'BRENNIVÍN is made from a purely Icelandic recipe and was first put on the market in 1935 when prohibition was lifted. The black label was chosen because it was considered necessary to have the label unattractive to limit demand for the drink. This plan failed and the black label together with the excessive consumption resulted in a new name. BRENNIVÍN is best enjoyed neat, straight from the freezer, for example as a chaser with beer'.
I struggle to see how it could be enjoyed in this way. Utilised I guess, but not enjoyed. I managed to make it drinkable by having it in hot chocolate. As a result I was up until 4am this morning, blasting music (through headphones; I am considerate at times) and feeling invincible to the stress of the ECA. Today on the other hand I am bitterly aware that the loss of a day will serve my ECA no benefit. Nor will the fact that today I feel exhausted again. I woke again at 8am. And that's the most sleep I've had since Monday night. I will never understand why I am unable to sleep when I am exhausted.
I had a few thoughts about things I'd like to discuss on here during the night, but they have all disappeared now. So I'll just go.