Buggrit, millenuim hand and shrimp.*
Just cannot sleep.
It is 00.01. Not really that late but I was completely shattered at 10 so went to bed then got woken up by the people in the upstairs flat bumping uglies rather loudly (oh I so will not miss that!) at 10.30 and then for the next hour just tossed and turned before deciding to get up because Paul needs to sleep as he has an important job interview tomorrow and it is not fair if I keep him up.
So here I am at the rather uncomfortably situated laptop, listening to the rain and wishing that it would stop for 5 minutes so I could just slip out and have a cigarrette. I am also hungry and I am trying to ignore it because I have nothing available to eat that could be deemed either a) suitable for a midnight feast or b) healthy enough for me not to have a guilt trip. What I want is chocolate cake and cream which is by far the best and least healthy thing I could have. We have no real food anyway, just enough for lunches and dinners for the rest of this week as we decided that there was no point packing food so we have been eating out our supplies. The only thing I could eat is fruit but I am not allowed past 6pm at night because it makes my stomach implode with too much acid and then there is no sleep for anyone.
Wow. Rambling much am I?
Crikey it is tipping down out there now. I love heavy rain like that. It reminds me of camping holidays when we were kids, lying in the tent or the caravan and feeling all tucked up and safe.
I guess I should go and try and sleep again. Not sure I am ready yet so I might just try and read for a bit. I have my mid year review at work tomorrow which I should really be on the ball for but at this rate I will be main lining caffeine and propping my eyes open with matchsticks. Gah people I need my 7 hours straight and when I don’t get it I am one cranky lady!
*Anyone who gets the reference will find themselves the proud owner of three shiny new brownie points.