Confessions of a Dibberous Mind

Sfplehhh! I got in shortly after 6am this morning, decided I couldn't stay awake any longer, set my alarm for 6pm (like I'd sleep for that long!!), watched some TV until about 6:45 and fell asleep. The next thing I knew my alarm was going off. What is it with me recently? It feels like I have slept more than I have been awake in the last few days. Even as I write this I am flagging a little. I've made a concious effort to distance myself tonight, physically and spiritually, from everything else. I need a little time to myself instead of trying to be the centre of the universe. I deplore selfishness in others and yet I know I am just the same. I try to be more altruistic than most so I will suffer fools up to a point but when I start feeling drained I start to withdraw. I'm not really down at the moment - I'm just a little freedom-struck. I spent an entire weekend away from the drudgery of day-to-day existence and it made me remember the caravan days. It mad...

Why-I-Oughta!! Here I am in work and pondering the idea that I still have three breaks to go even though I will be going home 2 hours early after the other night. It's a possibility but as there are only three of us in sacrifices may have to be made. I'm feeling a lot better but I'm still not 100%. I didn't manage to the sleep I had hoped for today so I have been awake for 16 and a bit hours and I will probably see 24 hours before I can let myself sleep again. I don't think they'd make a TV show about it though. Somehow I just can't see it: 24UK, the story of a slightly ill internet tech support phone monkey and his overwhelming bid to get some sleep. Hour 1 Agent Dibbie watches some TV and has a wash before turning on his computer Hour 2 Our hero continues to watch TV because all those home improvement programs are on and what with the new house and everything... Hour 3 TV begins to dominate as Bargain Hunt segues naturally into Call...

What time do you call this?? I started the day badly - I had been... errr... making quite a few excursions to the bathroom throughout the day and had decided that a water-only diet might be best for the next 24 hours. I stuck to that resolution but it didn't help very much and I ended up feeling sick. I decided it would be best if I went to work anyway as it might take my mind off it. After getting showered and dressed and just generaly ready I realised that my wallet was missing. After a good 3/4 of an hour of running round like a maniac and calling the Taxi company and Tescos I was feeling dizzy to say the least. I waited until G had signed in (around 10pm) and asked him if I was needed in - I wasn't (there were enough people to cover the calls) and so I went back to bed. I got to sleep at around 11pm and didn't wake up again until 10:20am!! Yesterday I slept between about 11am and 8:30pm so I'm guessing there is something pretty wrong with me. I've eaten...

I'm stupid - it's official. Somehow I managed to go into work, having checked my rota no less, on the wrong day AGAIN!! That's the 3rd(?) time I've done that and it's starting to become annoying. This time was worse though because I actually didn't find out until 2 hours into the shift. My only choice was to go home and take the time off elsewhere. To be completely honest I'm a bit bushed. I didn't really sleep properly during the day and woke up a lot earlier than usual. It was nice in that I got to do some stuff before going to work but I think the sleep would have been more useful. Well it's a short one today but nothing else happened!! After yesterday's entry it's a bit of a blessing. Merkin - stop being daft! Today's word: MINUSCULE Today's mood:

RRRRROOOOOXXXXXXXOOOOORRRRRRR!!!! Well, I'm back and whilst I have been away I have been thinking about how to blog about what has just happened. I discussed it with Alex (photo later) and he reckons that a lengthy run-down would be the way to go rather than what I was going to do which is: That was awesome.... It's been a few days though and I think my memories are worthy of blog space. Here goes (I'd do a toilet now if I were you, this could be a biggy): Friday Friday was a bit of a rush. I was up in plenty of time and everything was packed and ready to go. Alex showed up early and we shot off to Tesco to pick up some booze - 1 crate of Lager, 1 crate of Bitter. In hindsight it might not have been the best idea ever because it meant hauling a full crate of booze and a huge rucksack a-piece all the way from Swansea to Donington!! On the way to Tesco Alex reminded me that he has not yet appeared in this blog. There is no particular reason behind it and I may h...