I Can't Get To Sleep. I Think About The Implications.

So, when I started this blog, I promised myself that I wouldn't go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on (go on then, a few more) and on and on about not being able to sleep. However...


After getting about 24 hours sleep all week last week (as opposed to the 56 recommended) I failed to get any last night. Sadly, this is a regular occurance. As much as it makes me feel rough, there are SOME perks. I'm excused for being a knob to people. Folk piss off and leave me alone. And best of all, the weird hallucinations. Not proper flying pink elephant hallucinations. For example, in form today, I was staring at the carpet (as you do) and I noticed it was turning from flourescent red to flourescent green. It wasn't really, I just saw it.

One annoying thing is the inability to concentrate on what someone's saying. I have a problem with this anyway (I generally lose interest if they don't get to the point in 10 words or less). But I hear the first few words of a sentence, then some Charlie Brown-esque warbling noise, then the last few words. Handy for when someone's talking at you about some bullshit you don't give a shiny shite about, and a huge hinderance when someone's talking at you about some bullshit you don't give a shiny shite about but it's relevant to your A Level.


3 hours ago, I were nodding off. Now I feel fine. Nose to nose with 4am again, ah reckon. Oh well. Sailor V.


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